The tears that now stain my eyes
will one day soon no longer scar my mind
for want of a rock to rest these bones
for want of manna to give me strength
for as far as I flee, You won’t leave me
To make my path clear and clean
You gave Your life as a ransom for me
though I stumble and curse Your name
You never flinched from Your word
Your bones could not be broken
Just Your heart for history to observe
A debtor I can never repay You
My frailty is but proof
grace fell from heaven incarnate in the tomb
mercy made manifest in blessed Mary’s womb
Copyright May 1998, from the compilation, Our Barren Bounty by John R. Conley, Vagabond’s Rose Publishing
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