My hands, my legs, my back
Pierced, broken, scourged for you
Grace, forgiveness, life eternal
is waiting, repent and be made new.

I see your fallenness, your struggle
more than you'll ever know.
Your brokenness, your distraction
like filth within the white of snow.

The earthen vessels that you carry
can be awkward, difficult to hold.
Sometimes these shapes are senseless,
with seemingly no explanation to be told.

I'm not saying it will be easy
there will times too difficult to bear
but in the storm, the plague, the darkness
know that I am always there.

My stripes can bring you healing
by my wounds you are set free
My words they are eternal life
so come my beloved, come abide with me.