I gather
pieces of me with
bloodstained hands
and hold them to You
my sin running down my arms
to puddle on the floor

♦

Shattered
I fall to my knees
and beg with sinful words
for mercy I don’t deserve
forgiveness I didn’t earn
salvation I’m unworthy of

♦

You take my tattered remains
and mend my gaping wounds
with Hands more gentle than I can bear

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Mercy, undeserved, unearned
but mine through grace
You hold me and wash me clean
and let me go
Your greatest gift to me
is my free will to choose You

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And I shatter
and gather pieces of me
with bloodstained hands
and hold them to You
again
and again

♦

And again

♦
In Your grace I will live
and in Your sacrifice I will die
and then I will be washed clean
forever.

♦

♦

©2007 Sharon Gerlach