A Humbled House

You came all this way - all this way just to meet with me.
You knocked on my door for nothing more than to eat with me.
Step into a humbled house.

Here is a room of the debts I owe; how I will pay, I do not know.
Here is a box of grudges and gripes; these are the ones I cradle at night.

I'd try to clean, but it's not worth the sweat.
There are pains I can't reach and lurking regrets,
so nothing goes hidden from You.

I have not much but lies to swallow; the outsides are sweet but the insides hollow.
On this shelf I keep my fears; when one fades away another appears.

(and) You came all this way - all this way just to meet with me?
You knocked on my door for nothing more than to eat with me?
Welcome to a humbled house.