I killed you once. You forgave me.
You died because of your love;
Now you're killing me slowly with mercy
Because I can't love you enough.
It's raining sweet mercy tonight,
It's flooding my soul. I will drown.
It hurts to live without air
While the grace is pouring on down.
Because I live with regret
Your love is a danger--a knife.
What do I do with this kindness?
How can I repay your life?
If I knew how to take what you've given
The blood on my hands would be gone.
I killed you once. I am burdened
With the weight of what I have done.
postscript
I'm not saying that this is how I ought to feel. But people do find it so hard to accept forgiveness if they are truly sorrowful about what they've done. Guilt seems stronger than God's forgiveness, but it isn't.