NO WORDS

Stripped of my pride
I come to Your throne,
No words, no words
For every letter, drowned
By the wailing of my heart.
Crushed and ashamed
For You see me, You see
My brokenness and deceit.
This vessel, synonymous
To filth and rags and sin,
And yet You reached out...
Oh my heart! Oh my heart!
You reached out to me
And loved and cleansed
And chastised and healed.

I come to Your throne
No words, no word
Sufficient. I chain
Myself around Your
Presence. Diving into
Your grace, amazing!
Nothing would be better,
Nothing could be better
Than this.