Healed

We stutter and we stammer til You say us A symphony of chaos til You play us Phrases on the pages of unknown Til You read us into poetry and prose We are kept and we are captive til 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 By Your wounds we are healed 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 By Your wounds we are healed (Tell me what kind of love is this...) By Your wounds we are healed What kind of love would take Your shame And spill His blood for You And save us by His wounds? By Your wounds we are healed (Tell me what kind of love is this...) By Your wounds we are healed