My Hosea, my Faithful, I return again.
A world of darkness, I’m exposed by Your Light.
Am I too dirty to ever be pure?
Am I too broken to be whole?
Am I too burdened to be free?
As the ivy clings to and covers the wall,
Slowly deceiving its way, curling, pulling, gripping
So I am captive and entangled by regrets I thought long gone.