Do surgery on my heart and extract the root of this sin. My sin is black - yes, Lord, you didn't die on the cross for trivial sins. You knew exactly how ugly, how detestable, how shameful my rags would be. This is my brokenness. This is my stumbling block. You came knowing just how deep this sin was, you died on the cross so that I would have freedom. the more i see my brokenness, the more I see how beautiful you are.