PURPOSED

We who have been broken
Know the tenderness of God,
The One that sees each fallen heart
And heeds each desperate call.

We were all corrupted,
Babes who in shadow fell,
When no one heard, nor saw, nor cared
He wept, and healed, and held.

In tangled, tragic nightmares--
In violent, frantic days--
Saved for the glory of the Father
And in faith acquiring grace.

Don't follow me, for I am nothing
Just a sinner washed of sin--
Rather ponder on that mighty love
That sent Redemption in.

For this that we might testify
That the blinded yet might see;
That the world might know God's purpose
Love bled to set us free.




--Abby Elizabeth Charland