It is uncomfortable being squeezed,
Lord, what will come out of me? Will it be some sort of grasping wheeze Or will it be a gentle flood of peace? Lord, what will come out of me? Let it be love, Lord, please, Let it be your love only. Let me not take myself too seriously Nor your love too lightly. You broke your heart open On the cross for me, for everyone. When you were squeezed, Lord, Out came perfect justice, Out came forgiveness, Out came blood and water, Out came our grace-given right to adoption. You swallowed up all our darkness, Surrendered yourself to our warped piety, And when you came back from Hell, Out of you came light, Out of Heaven came the Spirit, Burning through walls and doubtful hearts, The living flame of the living God, Creating in me a temple holy. Living God, fill me full to overflowing. Loving God, flow freely out of me. Comments are closed.
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