Divine grace has the sweetest ache;

trickling down to each broken place.

Binding, breaking, healing, changing.

Re-creating, re-arranging;

“Holy Spirit, intercede –

humble me, reveal my need.

Cleanse the stains of lust and time,

be the rhythm – my soul’s rhyme.

Grant me courage to persist

when day is night and joy is less.

Make my vision Christ alone –

Let me live before Your throne.

Embrace, with grace, my feeble heart,

shatter the defenses of each part.

Christ, make me face my brokenness;

God, preserve me from Hell’s hopelessness.

Ruthlessly illuminate,

my hidden sins and secret aches.

Purify each  poisoned place;

write your truth upon my face.

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