He's not standing with His arms crossed waiting for you to fail,
He's not keeping score in heaven, He's not building you a jail.
He's the Father running toward you while you're still a wreck,
He's the one who loved you knowing every scar around your neck
From the chains you wrapped yourself in, from the pain you hide behind,
And He said, "I want you anyway — broken, hurting, blind."
You think the pain disqualifies you? He was qualified by pain.
You think you've gone too far? He went to a cross in the pouring rain.
You didn't clean yourself up to get saved and you don't have to now,
He's not asking for perfection, He's just asking you to allow
His love to be bigger than the aching in your chest,
His peace to be realer than the numbness you call rest.