Loved
When I have fallen farther than a star to the ocean depths
When I am wrenched of all goodness and have nothing left
Yet You lift me up and call me blest
Can I do other than gratefully accept?
When I have railed and cursed and called You names
I've doubted, mistrusted, accused and blamed
And You respond tenderly; forgetting my shame
How can I think of You the same?
When I have been hurt and my heart bleeds
I vow to no longer care for others' needs
Then You overwhelm me with Your peace
How can I not give grace release?
When I cry out and there You are
Stilling my storms, walking my water
Holding me safe in mighty arms
How can I doubt I am still loved?
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