In your hands, I commit my soul
Release the grip of death on my life
Sweet anointing, flood your waters
Unleash the dam of my heart
Reach within the depths of those treacherous waters
Thrust your power upon the damage done
Crush these imperfections
Put the deadness to rest
Arise, evoke, waken my soul
Lay me in the miry clay
Restore my inner being
Hot iron upon the flesh
Brand me in the name of He
He who died and rose again
The sears in his wrists impressed upon my own
Blood seeping down my face
The warmth upon my cheeks
The warmth of your sacrifice
It is Done.
February 01, 2009
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