Our face reveals the heart of our faith
and what it is that makes us feels unsafe.
Our lonely hope is to belong,
to be accepted despite our wrong
And so we strive to show our worth
to give some warrant for our birth.
But again we sin and hide from blame,
discordant lives now writhe in shame.
Anger masks a garden of hurts denied.
Fear so flush, forsaking love belied.
What forebodes when others turn away?
Where has joy so long strayed?
Call out those truths that don’t relent,
exposing hope, if just a glint.
If Christ was not forgotten in a grave,
are we too far that He can not save?
Reckon gone these days deluged with stain
for the Lord is faithful to His name.
O’ wounded prey of untamed grace,
Be weak enough to seek God’s face.
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