Forgiveness
Wretched, pained man that I am
Weak, fallen, sinful, in need of hope
But, no one understands.
Struggling, searching, reaching out
But to what, Who can help?
Is anyone willing to listen?
Wounded deep in my soul, I reach out.
A nailed scared hand reaches down
From nowhere I feel a touch.
I turn and look into His eyes.
Tenderness, compassion and love are there.
Come and rest, give me your burdens.
But I am poor, alone, I cannot pay.
Your debt has been paid, nothing is due.
How, who, what is this? I have no one.
Trust Me, follow Me, accept My gift
And you’ll never want again.
For it is I who paid the penalty
For all the wrong you’ve done.
The only thing require of you
Is believe in Me and accept My rest.
Tears flow, my souls empties, love rushes in.
Rivers of warmth ebb from my heart.
Never again to be alone.
God reached down and touched my soul.
His Son’s blood has made me whole.
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