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!
Before your father and mother conceived You I conceived you You were with me in my heart, my very imagination and my mind I kissed you with my breath in your mother's womb I sealed you to be mine forever before the foundations of the earth I marked you with the Spirit You didn't choose me but I chose you to be mine forever Simply because I made you with love I am the very breath in your lungs The blood that flows through your veins I have hemmed you and surrounded you within and everywhere with my love You cannot escape my presence I know your wanderings, and I know where you hide My love is present with you in the deepest pit of your despair and disappointment And I will not leave you there But I have raised you from the pit to the power of my faithful and steady love To proclaim and touch people with compassion and grace As I touch you every day with my love to bring you life My words chiselling your flesh into submission to my loving authority to reflect my love, truth
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