Wallowing in blood, oh the mess that I am. I stand and I
fall.
My heart gives way, my lungs collapse, as I try to face it
all.
Filthy I am, unable to live in the midst of myself;
Unworthy I am, broken and unclean, struggling for help.
Till the time you passed by, unknowing it was you, leading
me in love.
You placed life in my bones, blood in my veins and praise on
my tongue.
Clothed in fine linen, nakedness covered, a new covenant
began.
I became Yours, a bride adorn, beautiful I am.
Renown I knew, royalty was mine, so my trust in my own
beauty grew.
Forgetting my need, my lust and my greed, began to replace
You.
Unfaithful I am, a heart of stone, so you scattered all my
pride.
My enemies grew number by number, faced on every side.
Your people they fought, but not by Your strength,
so the battle was bound to be lost.
The broken chosen needed a Savior, the one to pay the cost.
Waiting we were, attempting to obey, yet fully fearing man.
Till Jesus Christ came to set us free, now freedom is our
land.
For Your name and renown, not for ourselves, but for Your
glory alone.
Now there’s praise on our hearts, for you are Our Rock;
The
only Cornerstone.
[inspired by Ezekiel 16]
"if we are faithless, he remains faithful— for he cannot deny himself." 2 Timothy 2:13
[inspired by Ezekiel 16]
"if we are faithless, he remains faithful— for he cannot deny himself." 2 Timothy 2:13
