Worthy The Unworthy
Rainbows bend at His command
A brush by fingers upon a land
Soon one day to be no more
The worst yet best of things He stores
Before today would come to be
You were then loved and too set free
From things that weigh all souls this day
Clear the path to Him The Way
Decisions cloud but not His made
Who vapors them unto the stage
Where right above on throne He sits
Yes too the Moon like candle lit
Breath of life and too the wife
The hand that tore the rib made life
From the man He made for her
Give this some thought if it occurs
His love poured out without a thought
Upon a cross and crown man wrought
Of thorns that pierced upon the head
Of CHRIST who saw of you whats left
Worthy to be spoken for
Worthy as the Lamb implored
Forgiveness for the things we do
Unworthy yet worthy He drew
You breathe this day because of Him
A carpenter who took mans sin
Upon Himself to say this day
I've broken what in you enslaves
Time draws near each passing day
Time to ask on you hands lay
To help you see the vanity
Blinding eyes Eternity
Worthy The Unworthy He loves no less
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