The Scribe's Portion

If I have gone astray, will thou welcome me back? If I have rejected You, will Thou still accept me? If I have broken Your heart, will Thou still love me?        If I have turned my back in Your Presence, will Thou embrace me? Will thou still be my Father, even if I have been no daughter to You? I already did and still do, my child.

I'll write a song A song of praise A song of freedom A song of victory But nothing can compare to the awesome rhythm to which my heart beats For every moment, my heart beats to the rhythm of Your Name I fall in awe at the sight of Your face I can write my heart's desire but everything dulls in comparison to the reason of song Your sacrifice, Your intoxicating love, Your beautiful presence, the hope of Your promise I am left speechless

                     I see Your Glory I see Your love I see the hands that made it all The hands that formed me bit, by, bit are the same hands that were pierced Just for me, just for you I look at my own hands... Hands that sinned Hands that led me astray Are the same hands, now held in praise