Dressed pretty with bandages that wrap my wounds and dead and broken dreams,
People dread to unwrap these bandages fearing the mess and the unpleasant stench,
They mourn the death and convinced its all over,
Where no one else can see or can reach.
Deep cried unto deep,
A cry for life.
Jesus you visit me while everyone else said its too late,
You call me by my name,
Your words breathe life into this dead being,
You unwrapped the messy and stinking wounds that none want to catch a glimpse of,
You are the balm that healed my brokenness,
You alone loved me and cared to rescue me from my grave clothes,
Your love covered the multitude of death, sin and brokenness
You clothe me with a garment of praise
Your love is true life!
What do you do? When you wander aimlessly And the fire you once had was quenched You are misunderstood even by your own Rejected and cast away You feel lonely and isolated You feel you don't belong or can't connect And deep inside you feel empty and spent Tired yet going on from one day to the next Your past mistakes haunt you And an enemy that constantly attacks and doesn't back down And a world that constantly tempts you or makes you feel that you are not enough And your thoughts that should be a friend but act like a foe instead It haunts you with a past that makes you see the sins and a heart that's scarlet red Meet me "Great I am" in my wandering in this wilderness like you met Moses And transform my I am's Where mundane turns to musing And despair turns to delight Where wander turns to wonder Where wilderness turns to worship As you show me a bush burning and yet not consumed Reminding me you have inter...
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