Where do You find the love to offer he who betrays You? And offer to wash my feet as I offer to disobey You? Your beauty does bereave me, and how my words do fail So faithfully and dutifully I award You with betrayal The weak and the down trodden fall on broken legs As I walk past a smile I cast fervor in my stead But my bones like plastic, do buckle backward now I lay in this field by Judas and anticipate the plow I can not be forgiven; my wages will be paid For those more lovely and admirable is least among the saved And where would I fit Jesus? What place is left for me? The price of atonement is more than Ive found to offer up as my plea Jesus my heart is all I have to give to You, So weak and so unworthy, this simply will not do No alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough For Your body that was broken, how can this be enough? By me You were abandoned, by me You were betrayed Yet in Your arms and in Your heart forever I have stayed
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 03:22:53 +0000