So, what if I have fallen?
I will rise again as long as He accepts me;
I will not give up,
No matter how battered I become!

So, what if I feel so guilty I could die?
I am not lost, as long as He does not condemn me;
I will not give up,
No matter how appealing the idea appears to be!

So, what if I am not good enough?
I have never deserved the grace He bestowed;
But I will not give up,
For that would be a mockery of the victory He won for me!

So, what if I’m feeble, and frightened, and miserable?
I will not give up, but fight I will, and stronger will I be.
So, what if you push, then point fingers, then scold and rant?
I will not give up, even when reason fails me, in Him will I trust.

I hate that I stumble, I despise that I fall;
I loath the thought of the wrack of guilt;
I absolutely abhor the stains on this priestly robe;
But I can always say, ‘Enough!’, and I can always rise up;
For He has promised, that ‘though my sins be as scarlet
They shall be as snow. Though they be red like crimson,
They shall be as wool.’ So really, I just can not give up.