I
know that I’m a broken soul
I
know I can’t be healed
I
know that when I face my Lord
My sins will be revealed
The
fear and shame cause me to weep
And
then I see your face
You
look at me through blood and thorns
And
I recall my place
Is
at your feet and in your light
Relying
on your grace
In
service to enduring love
And
wrapped in your embrace
The
pain you suffered in my name
Will
never wash away
And
yet that blood can heal my soul
And
make me whole one day.
2
Corinthians 12:9
And
He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect
in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that
the power of Christ may rest upon me.
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