Randomness

I run to you, yet I turn back around;
forgetting how your grace abounds/
Broken cisterns fill my heart,
as I attempt to find life apart/
from the Lord my God who paid it all,
that I might abide in him and tear down the wall/
of hostility that separated Him from me.

A million times I've fallen short,
yet His mercy never fails;
for this wretched sinner,
God's redeeming love prevails.