That's Why He Hurt His Hands

I constantly have to remind myself of Gods grace, of his patients, or his unbelievable need to take care of us and save us...from ourselves.

Save me oh lord, carry me from this broken place.
This place I call home,

But you call prison.

Your Victory oh lord, is finished.
Redemption awaits,

Seven Fold.

Protect me oh lord, from thine enemy.
Who lies within,

Deceiving.

Your grace covers me, oh lord.

I long to be, Free.