Hymn of Reconciliation.

There in the shambles beneath my feet All broken the laws that sanctified me ... There in the shadows of slinking defeat My soul cast down and racked in misery But lo' for the throne of mercy's memory A man did leave the comfort zone of peace To come to the mangled manger of history And give a wretched sinner truth's release. A rebel's dream fragmented, and just like clay The potter stooped down to mould again Unpotted I was only fitted to be tossed away The hands that made me balmed my pain. O could God of grace and grand giver of glory You kneel again, not to mould my shards, nay, But from battered, broken flesh bring victory And I shall from sin relinquished soon fly away. Splintered ego mended, nail wounds blended In the gospel praise my grateful heart pours That for my guiltiness such mercy was intended O you are my Christ, Savior my heart adores