And our laughs crack through this tension
For our mourning must mingle with joy When we in dumbstruck wonder believe That the love we may know is in answer To the Love Who calls us by name Imperfect images of the perfect Creator Known in the depths of this ache Hungry and heartsick we are embraced Fed and invited as the King-Servant stoops To wash our filthy callused feet How small we are in this And still this sovereign Shepherd reaches Endures our scratches and screeches Takes the brunt of the beating we deserve And meets us in the eye with love In this song that transcends the ages We may yet offer a note if we will be unyoked From our sin and instead step into the rhythm Miraculous and immaculate in its splendor And sing glory glory hallelujah Comments are closed.
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