Before I ever looked up,
You were watching me;
For love you bore my cup,
Through your death I am set free.
No more guilt, done away with shame
Your blood was shed to save;
It was your pleasure to take all my blame
Breaking the power of the grave.
Such joy can I have in your suffering
Because I know the story's end;
Grace & mercy your risen body brings,
The hearts of the broken you will mend.
I'm alive because you saw inside
My lonely and desperate heart;
You welcome me in with arms open wide,
Offering me a brand new start.
4/6/2012
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