Dear Lord, I confes that I’ve been a criminal I’ve stolen your breath and sing my own song and Lord, I confes that I’m far from innocent. these shackles I wear I brought on my own. These Scarlet sins had a crimson cost. You nailed my debt to that old rugged cross. An empty slate, at the empty grave Thank God that stone was rolled away. Lord, I confes I’ve been a prodigal. made for your house. But ...