We stutter and we stammer til you say us
A symphony of chaos til you play us
Phrases on the pages of unknown, til you read us into poetry and prose.
We are kept and we are captive til you free us
Vaguely unimaged til you dream us
Aimlessly unguided til you lead us home.
And by your voice we speak
By Your strength no longer weak, we are no longer weak
By your wounds we are healed.
By your wounds we are healed.
Passed over and passed by until you claim us
Orphaned and abandoned til you name us
Hiddened and diclosed til you expose our hearts.
And by your death we live
It is by your gift that we might give, that we might give.
What kind of love would take your shame and spill his blood for you?
And save us by His wounds...
Nicole Nordeman - "Woved and Spun"
Posted by tomglass at March 5, 2005 11:38 AM