Please Preach to Me the Gospel
by Christopher Witmer
Please, preach to me the Gospel
Please tell me of my sin.
Because when I look inside me,
I feel the brokenness within.
Please, preach to me the Gospel
Please tell of the bloody Cross
Because when I look around me everywhere
I see how quickly I get lost.
It’s not a comfort to know I’m perfect
That lie, I can detect.
It’s a comfort to know that Jesus,
Carried my sin upon his back.
Bloodied, bruised, and broken
He suffered to make me whole.
So great has been my sin within.
So great the happiness I stole.
So please preach to me the Gospel
Speak not lightly of my wrongs.
For when I’ve faced it in the eyes
His love shows up so strong.