Coming Home, Broken Pieces and All

My pieces are broken and tattered
But you call my name still
Ashamed and embarrassed by my filth
I turn my face from you
But you, God, pull gently at my heart
You remind me that I was created in your image
And tell me that I am beautiful
But my sin blinds me from my worth
And I find it difficult to believe
That the God of the universe could love me
Scum of the earth
And yet still
You pursue me as if I mean the world to you
And maybe I do
Because you fought the world for me
And you, God, sent Christ to die for me
And he did it so selflessly
And just as you raised him from death's clenches
You too have promised to raise me
My legs are weak
But here I do not need to stand
At the cross, I lay myself down
If to die is to live, then kill me now
Because I've walked alone
And I'm ready to come home