You send me home
With arms of grain
It is more than I deserve
Yes, more than I deserve
My arms are full
You cover me,
You hide my shame
It is more than I deserve
Yes, more than I deserve
I am your own
At the city gates on my behalf,
Before the elders you speak for me.
You are more than I deserve
Yes, more than I deserve
To be your bride
To take your name
You redeem my life
I am not the same
It’s more than I deserve
Now I’m no longer called a servant
Now I am called your wife
Your household bows before me
You have redeemed my life
A future, I now have
Inheritance is mine
It is all by your own hand
This new full life of mine.
It’s more than I deserve
Yes, more than I deserve
my inheritance is secure
It’s all by your own hand
Your loving kindness
Your mercy and grace
Your love divine is all mine,
You’ve removed all my disgrace
It is more than I deserve
Yes, more than I deserve
Your love, your son
You’re more than I deserve
My kinsman redeemer.
1 comment:
How hard it is to capture something living on a page ...
your word-song sounds deep rythmns that carry through time, as if the voice is just down the hall, out of sight.
thanks for the magic of creativity ....
for spirits joined mystically there is no barrier of time.
Ruth lives and sings, as you hear her, and we hear her through your heart.
I'm glad I checked the blog, it brought (as usual)... blessing
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