I am worried That I am losing All of my Salvation The bed I've made Is the bed I've laid With arms crossed At arms length Shivering underneath The sheets I lie Afraid of a scarlet letter And deserved damnation I'm running Out of Your patience I'm using every part of your grace And I am worried That I am losing All of my Salvation I'm not confident That I won't return again Repent, repent, repeat Defy, defy, deny When will I be too numb, A willful hardened sum? When wayward sons lose their fathers name Oh I'm too naked and unashamed I'm running Out of Your patience I'm using every part of your grace I'm running Out of Your patience Abusing every part of your grace