Glory to be Displayed
Powerless, I lay in life's squalor
Too weak to move,
As if naked for all to see.
Crying out for your grace.
Wounded in my heart.
Hurting in my spirit,
Defeated as I continue
Running from this world.
Bathe me in your mercy.
Forgive my foolishness as I
Willfully disobey you who loves me beyond compare.
My heart screams silently for you
As I taste the bitterness of tears.
Erase my shame.
Grant me your comfort.
I beg you for peace.
In my life gone so wrong,
Your glory to be displayed.
I wonder at this relentless trouble.
Will it never cease?
I am worn out and weary.
No more do I want to walk this weighted struggle.
I am sad and weary.
Strengthen me again as you have promised.
Bring my eyes to a happier day,
At home with you.
Pain will be erased.
Ceasing of all struggles will happen.
Glorious day to come
When our crowns we receive to
Throw back at Jesus' feet!
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