,BUT HE
,BUT HE
, BUT HE
I’m so filthy
I hide my face away;
so you won’t say
anything to me.
Might you agree with me?
My decision
you see
-my plea;
is to be hidden
and for you to leave
my sight.
My fright
is that your aware
I’m unclean
and that you’ll think of me
less than you may be,
but my hope
is that you’ll
be graced
with the grace
to agree
that your the same
too.
Can you see it?
The brokenness
between,
around
and above the square?
We can find it
and assign it
to a place
where no on can see
,but it’s still there
And unless
we share
in the hope
that it’s our sins to bare;
the mess
that
you may have guessed
isn’t ours to clean,
but He who calls
and you all
that fall
on your knees
-that beg to be freed
will know
peace
everlasting;
a peace
that no tear
will ever see.
At last we may fall
to our knees
and trust there
is only ONE savior
who could
never
be you
or
me…
,But
HE
That freely
frees.
To be aware
we are bare
and are in need
of THE
SAVIOR
IS THE MOST
GRACIOUS
PLACE
TO
BE.
For all
are
sinners
and for
these
He died
for
we.
