He who sewed my spirit,
painted forth the perfect Love,
is jealous for us.
the One who is Grace,
I pray that you lead me to Your path,
and heal the cuts from the thorns.
I can't stop writing about You,
Christ who died for me,
The blood you shed was turned into eternal life,
We're given the gift to be FREE.
Yet someone else put me together,
the devil with his clever greed,
from below he attempts to snatch my feet.
but YOU always pave over his snarling sin
and hold me,
Your humbled child, so tightly
with feathered wings.