Guide Me

Beaten and tattered,
Disconnected from this world,
The past has worn me thin,
Like torn up jeans showing skin.

Wounds barely healed,
So fresh, the scars haven’t set,
My life is so full of shame,
And I have no one else to blame.

Lord, let me see my inner myself,
As pure as white, white snow,
Covered in Your grace,
Guide me out of this dark space.