Padlock broken.

Bruised, busted.
Misused, disgusted.
Always standing at a precipice.
Waiting for You.
Trusting in Truth.
I know what I know, but do I believe?

How many chances do I get, Lord,
And how many times can you fix what I've become?
Everytime I step away from you, even for a moment-
This damage I do, will it carry to eternity?

How can you use someone so broken?
Your perfect Will being done with these shaking hands?
Words of power spoken in a stutter, Father-
How do you love me? Rather, why?

Mourning, faithless.
Coward, worthless.
Words tied to me like a yoke upon my back.
Standing in your light, Lord-
Burned beyond recognition
This little pile of ash and smouldered dirt
A smear, a stain
Yet it's all mine, this lie, this pain-

Because of who You are-
Because of the Truth that overflows my heart-
Because of Love made flesh and bone
Because of who You are-

The joy creeps up slowly, the smile will fight to find its place upon my face-
Knowing the wretch that I am, yet standing beside me, lifting me up-
Humbled, refined
damage redesigned-

Because Your love lets His blood run red-
Let it be to me as you have said.