There are no words

There are no songs or poems, dances or talks

No deeds or gifts

That could precisely say

The way I feel because of what You’ve done

You told me what happened

Through imperfect people You wrote the story

Liars and cowards, the fearful, the sick, the “enemy”

Somehow through this history

The demons and evil You’ve devoured

Here I stand

In Your grace and mercy I’m showered

My sin and guilt nailed to Your perfect hands

When I thought my inequity was too much

I ran to the shadows and valleys

But You came running with Your spotlight

When I was dead

You brought me back to life

You knocked at the door I hid behind

I heard You knocking

I opened the door

You opened my mind

You cleaned my heart

All the weeds and failures, the fears

You’re tearing apart

I see my affliction. Take my renounced transgressions

You’re my antidote

Have all my hope

For You have my heart

Jesus, at Your feet I bow

I’m still far from perfect but You love me somehow

And I love You

How could I not

I gladly give You everything I’ve got

Your love has melted this stone heart

Your mercy buckled these knees

For there’s no hell you didn’t conquer

So You could have me

I’m Yours