Streetlight Confessional

My dark ways are bright in the street light,
cornered by guilt,
I put up my fists, but I can't fight the truth.

I'm sickened at the sight of my true reflection,
self-inspection,
where's my innocence?

The little boy inside avoids detection,
it wants nothing to do with the man that lacks discretion,
I don't know where to turn,
like I've lost my directions,
but You permeate my soul,
and Your grace clears my thoughts like an effervescence,

I begin to pour out my heart to the Creator in my confessions,
all is forgiven,
and You tell me Your love for me never lessens.