Friday, February 27, 2015

Hurt and broken, left undone

Hurt and broken, left undone
Weak and weary, still I run,
Unsure, crying, feel as one,
to the foot of the Cross, I come

Glaring failures, bright as the sun
Things to do, things should be done,
No more pretense, no mask is on,
to the foot of the Cross, I come

At the foot of the Cross,
I lay it all down
At the foot of the Cross,
On level ground
At the foot of the Cross,
Grace will win
At the foot of the Cross,
Give it all to Him.

-RMH