I’ve been to hell and I’ve been back
Limped that bloodied-footprint track
Battered by intense attacks
But there I met a man whose wounds were worse than mine.
His hands and feet were scarred
His head was etched and marred
Yet He had a deep regard
For me and my plight on this path of my own design.
His listened to my sad complaint
Of my bondage and restraint
Of sins that held me in constraint
He listened and then spoke these words of release,
“Rejoice, for I have overcome
The sins to which you oft succumb
And though your soul has grown numb
I have redeemed you and have become your peace.”
And now we walk hand-in-hand
Along this path of fallen man
In search of souls with shattered plans
To share our love with those who have found none.
We can relate to hurt and pain
To secret sin and hidden shame
For we’ve known and felt the same
Yet there is life, there is love in the resurrected Son.
*LOVE!* This is great!
Thank you, sister.