Healed

Nichole Nordeman

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