Healed

We stutter and we stammer till You save us
A symphony of chaos till You play us
Phrases on the pages of unknown
‘Til You read us into poetry and prose
We are kept and we are captive till You free us
Vaguely unimagined ‘til You dream us
Aimlessly unguided ‘til You lead us home

By Your voice we speak
By Your strength no longer weak
We are no longer weak

And by Your wounds we are healed
And by Your wounds we are healed

Passed over and passed by until you claim us
Orphaned and abandoned ‘til you name us
Hidden and disclosed ‘til you expose our hearts

By your death we live
It is by your gift that we might give
That we might give

What kind of love would take your
shame and spill his blood for you
Save us by His wounds

By your wounds, we are healed
By your wounds, we are healed

Tell me what kind of love is this
By your wounds, we are healed.

-Nichole Nordeman