Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Of Confession and Intercession

I bow down before you;
face to the ground
Oh my God you hear me
though I breathe not a sound
As I pour at Your nail-scarred feet
my tear-stained confession
And you make intercession

A heap of shattered pieces
I lay down, my Lord and King
You make whole my brokenness
with One; love’s offering
And from my lascivious lips
pours my tear-stained confession
You heal me with Your promises
and You make intercession

with the power to redeem
You cleanse the filthy sinner
in the flood of Calvary’s stream
Holy, holy, holy,
I pour out tear-stained confession
As you whisper, it is finished,
and you make intercession

© Janet Martin


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