Naked Unashamed
Naked Unashamed
Standing here, here am I,
Can no longer feel comfort, can no longer cry.
This has all been too much for me,
No one to no longer turn to Oh God, but thee.
I stand here wounded, naked, in pain,
But before you, Lord God, I am unashamed.
For I find only you choosing not to see,
my fault, sin, and shame; seeing only me.
Only you can make me whole and new,
Here am I Lord God, do what you must do.
Like a cloak, your love just covering me,
Your crimson blood, my robe, so lovingly.
I feel your embrace, despite all man's scorn,
that made me almost wish I had never been born.
How can there be shame when love is covering me?
No gazing at my condition, no shame before thee.
You pitied me when you could have turned me away,
You turned my shameful night into day.
What love, oh what mercy, my sins to pay,
No longer naked and unashamed.
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