Time Machines

Oh If I had a time machine, I’d try to go and fix everything.
Wouldn’t it be neat if life worked that way?
My sin brings me down, and it keeps on pressing into the ground.
The things I love and the things I do bring me to a halt.
And more than half the time, it’s my entire fault.
I want to warn my past self, the pain sin can bring
I want to see if my future self can continue to sing
Sing, to you:

[Chorus]
God, it’d be crazy to forgive me
Nothing I’ve tried has worked,
It’s all left me with a guilty conscience
It’s so hard when a rock can start an avalanche.
And I can’t do anymore pretending, this is killing me
Can I please go into your presence?
Can you come and satisfy me?

I’ve told myself I get what I deserve
Yet, I still weep at the slightest consequence.
The sin I sweep under the rug has become too much
To what extent is your forgiveness?
From east to west doesn’t seem quite far enough.
My weakness it embarrassing.
How can you be so forgiving?

God, it’d be crazy to forgive me
Nothing I’ve tried has worked,
It’s all left me with a guilty conscience
It’s so hard when a rock can start an avalanche.
And I can’t do anymore pretending, this is killing me
Can I please go into your presence?
Can you come and satisfy me?

"Come now, let us reason together,
Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.
Their sins and lawless acts
I will remember no more."