Symphonia

Symphonia

Come to the altar
Touch my fragile fingers round its rim
Spill my desires
I need not clean up before coming to Him.

Countless before me
Have stripped their hearts bare in this place
Full of foul and depravity
Ravished by sin and in need of His grace.

His eyes are kind
His heart is teeming with compassion
It is His desire
To cleanse me of every evil thought and action.

He bears my cross
And tears every sin from me
He knows my name
And when He says it, it sounds like a symphony.

The End

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