Oh that screaming loss
Of hearts like these trapped And holding stubbornly to malice Of hearts like these unwilling And afraid of mercy Oh Father, oh Spirit, contend with me Reach through their hate Unmask their false way of thinking Destroy their self-righteous idols Oh Father, let them hear you Oh that screaming loss Of these hearts dulled and cracked As these stones they wield and clutch As their bent sense of justice All shame and unforgiving Oh Father, I will move as you lead Will stoop to touch this earth Will show them your just mercy Will speak only your words Oh Father, break their hearts for your worth Oh that steady tumbling hope Of hearts who have caught a glimpse of grace Of hearts who may yet believe Who have for a moment loosened their vice Grip on self-justification to wonder Oh Father, the time is now and coming For your kingdom to be released For your people to be redeemed For your Son to be revealed for your glory Oh Father, oh Spirit, come and breathe truth Comments are closed.
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