You loved unselfishly, You gave without expectation
You took the violence not of Your hand
And the lies not spoken by Your mouth
To become a guilt offering
You died to yourself, only to die for me
By my hand You were oppressed and afflicted
I rejected You and yet, You carried my sorrows
With a cowardly cry I pierced Your side and yet, You healed me
You lay with the wicked
Now I lay with the righteous
I fall short, but Your grace justifies
Tis not my works that bring me back to you
But a grace that calls me home
Tis grace that makes me pray:
Take my desires, my ambition, my pain
Take my needs, my fears, my sin, my shame
Take my friendships, my failures, my selfishness
Above all, take my heart, take my life

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we are so unworthy of this amazing love...
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