Everything I hate (I am)

I am worthless, 
I am sick. 
I am everything I hate. 
How can you, oh mighty God, 
offer me your grace?

And I wondered before if I had the strength.
Now I know, I don't.
And before I thought,
I'll just rely on him.
Oh, how hard is that?

I've seen provision,
I've seen redemption all around.
But not in me.
I am afraid to submit,
and have to take control.

I am lost.
I am blind.
I am deaf to hear your call.
How can you, oh worthy God,
offer me your grace? 
Save me from my fall?