Hymn of Reconciliation.
There in the shambles beneath my feet
All broken the laws that sanctified me ...
There in the shadows of slinking defeat
My soul cast down and racked in misery
But lo' for the throne of mercy's memory
A man did leave the comfort zone of peace
To come to the mangled manger of history
And give a wretched sinner truth's release.
A rebel's dream fragmented, and just like clay
The potter stooped down to mould again
Unpotted I was only fitted to be tossed away
The hands that made me balmed my pain.
O could God of grace and grand giver of glory
You kneel again, not to mould my shards, nay,
But from battered, broken flesh bring victory
And I shall from sin relinquished soon fly away.
Splintered ego mended, nail wounds blended
In the gospel praise my grateful heart pours
That for my guiltiness such mercy was intended
O you are my Christ, Savior my heart adores
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