Lord, how can I be forgiven?

Lord, how can I be forgiven
When you're as excited as I am?
Pregnant with a child,
An unborn, innocent lamb.

It's difficult to be sorry
For the consequence of our sin
Cos Father, I'm too pleased
Of the unborn child within.

I admit that I'm afraid Lord,
And that I'm freaked out of my wits.
But that could never hinder me
Loving this child to bits.

Oh Father, I feel so guilty
How can I say sorry when I'm not?
For you've blessed me with this consequence;
Overjoyed for what I've got.

And every tear that's shed
Although I feel so sick,
Each droplet is a prayer
That Bub wont grow up too quick!

But I've learnt just now in writing this
For God, you said to me
"It's the repentance of your sin
That my forgiveness has set you free."

And Lord, in you there is such joy
For the blessing that grows within.
And my love and guilt should not get mixed
For the consequence of sin.

Tamara Anderson
December 7, 2010