What God Can Turn
Poured out, broken, laid out here.
Unexpected peace came near.
In my devastation came
A tender voice, said my name.
Undeserving, soiled and stained
Jesus washed my sins away.
Such grace, mercy, who can tell?
All I know is…it is well.
Though desperately crying,
On grace alone relying
He comforted; met me there
Pouring peace; and cast despair.
My brokenness; near to death
Until near Him, felt His breath.
Only God can save like this,
Turning brokenness, to bliss.
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