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| 30th Street Station Statue Photo by Bgrace |
What is this feeling?
I can't find it's name.
A heart frozen numb, lying limp, laying lame.
The hollow place that waits just past the greatest pain.
Was Christ by his own power raised from the dead?
Or was it the Father who in hell found his bed,
Picked him up from his bloody pool
Gave light, love, life, and power to rule.
How does one know mercy,
Forgiveness in awesome breadth,
If he can't understand the depths of his own darkness.
And how can one heal the wound of another
Until her enemy becomes her brother.
My God who keeps His mercy long
Make mine stretch beyond this wrong.
Open wide the gates, let the enemy in
Somehow, someway, turn him to friend.
I can't raise this heart on my own,
Breathe life into these drying bones.
I can't raise this heart on my own
Send me a Savior to carry me home.
