When
sin is all there ever seems to be,
A
dirty blood polluting all my deeds,
I'm
comforted by what You want from me -
To
fling myself on You in all my needs.
Though
I feel like I don't know what to do,
Uncertain
and alone, I know one thing -
A
Surety still stands, a Savior, You.
With
each note of my sin, still Mercy sings.
I
know I'll dance my whole life to this sound.
As
bright'ning January tree limbs yawn,
Like
peach trees, pink-limbed, reach from snowy ground,
My
heart here beats and flushes for that dawn -
The everlasting glories of Your
grace
And
the blood-stained beauteous sunrise of Your face.
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