I follow the sacred thought line,
Born of spirit
Yeshua thine sign,
Dry bones gaining fleshy sight,
The 12 tribes spreading like wild light
I saw my name written on his palm
Blood precious sealing sin,
Flesh melting by the strings of Psalms
For i am the lion of Judahs' next of kin
He perceives my thoughts from afar,
My iniquity like countless stars,
Yet he but calls me by my name
Naked am i before thee,
wretched, imperfect being,
Yet i am not subject to the law
Your grace lifts my shame away,
Reconciled by love through repentance
Search the depth of my heart,
Reveal the stains,
As the spirit detergent drives i,
I get soaked in your word
You comfort me
Mysteries do you reveal
As forever in you will i abide.
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