my thoughts...with some help from Nichole...

I stutter and I stammer...say me
I'm a symphony of chaos...play me
I'm phrases on the pages of unknown...read me into poetry and prose

I'm kept and captive...free me
I'm vaguely unimagined...dream me
I'm aimlessly unguided...lead me home

"By Your voice, we speak
By Your strength, no longer weak
We are no longer weak
By Your wounds we are healed"

I'm passed over and passed by...claim me
I'm orphaned and abandoned...name me
I'm hidden and disclosed...expose my heart

"By Your death we live
It is by Your gift that we might give
That we might give
By Your wounds we are healed"

What kind of love would take my shame
and spill His blood for me
and save me by His wounds?