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

You reach from the mercy seat

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

God, there is no other

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