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