I bless you for your mercy
that chose me in Messiah.
You plucked this rebellious heart out of the miry clay
and set my feet upon a solid rock.
Your salvation is once and eternal,
wondrous and powerful,
there is no way to freedom outside of your Son.
But even then I thought
to you I’ll come proving my worth and deeds
flexing my own strength,
puffed up and empty in my religious deeds,
Abba, you are long suffering and patient,
so kind to care —
to discipline and chastise those you love.
You pursue me,
break me and remake me,
taking me through the kiln,
I, an orphan, in mistaken identity,
with so much to prove.
You burn away my filthy rags and self righteous deeds
that fool no one but me.
I’m naked and bare
with nothing to bring
but a broken heart.
Your love and delight touch me now,
utterly wounded — lost, confused, and abandoned without you,
and I understand,
your salvation is my miracle every day,
once, today, ongoing, eternal,
just to be yours
an orphan no longer, but your child,
depending on you, leaning on you,
with nothing left to prove,
except that I’ve been redeemed, I’m celebrated, I’m seen.
you are such a good Abba,
salvation, deliverance, and all good things,
come from you alone,
and I bless you with all my heart.