Upon my dry bones, love breathed life Oh love, the delivering tool My messiah harnessed  to set me free from the indestructible  grip of the accuser  My imperfections, He embraced His wounds absorbed my flaws  Now I’m purely a product of love A reflection of the aura of his perfection  The blood washed my sins away The precious blood of the one from above  Who chose the cross over his abode  Paid the price I could never afford  So much for a wretched criminal  Who ideally, should be dead, rotten But for this only begotten  I’m alive, not lost, not forgotten  Love is the reason I exist  Love is dying for me  Love is an exchange of glory for pain  For an undeserving fellow  

 Anamel JOSHUA