God, you saved me when I was lost,
Loved me even when I carried my sins.
I fell into the dust of my own choices,
Walked through the mess I made myself.
I became dirty, learned the weight of it,
And slowly found a way to clean my soul.
I ask for help because being good is hard.
I know the right path, yet I hesitate.
Sometimes I reach out to you in prayer,
Asking to be saved when I feel weak.
Other times, pride makes me step back,
Convincing myself I can stand alone.
I tell myself I don’t need help,
That I can survive without giving or receiving.
But deep inside, I know the truth:
Grace is what carries me forward.
Your love remains even when I resist it,
Even when I push away guidance.
This is my story—
A struggle between faith and independence,
Between asking for mercy and refusing hands.
Yet through every fall and return,
You remain the one who saves me,
Loving me beyond my sins,
Waiting patiently for me to accept that love.
