Divine grace has the sweetest ache;
trickling down to each broken place.
Binding, breaking, healing, changing.
“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.
my hidden sins and secret aches.
Purify each poisoned place;
write your truth upon my face.