Loved, graced child of the King
Windswept, battered, storm blown
That’s how He found me
Took each pain, took each anguished cry
Took my scars , making them His
Counted it joy to suffer for me
That I might live, clean, whole, free
“O storm-battered city,
troubled and desolate!
I will rebuild you with precious jewels
and make your foundations from lapis lazuli.
I will make your towers of sparkling rubies,
your gates of shining gems,
and your walls of precious stones.
I will teach all your children,
and they will enjoy great peace.”
- Isaiah 53 He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed
- Hebrews 12:2 Because of the joy awaiting him, he endured the cross, disregarding its shame
- John 10:10 The thief’s purpose is to steal and kill and destroy. My purpose is to give them a rich and satisfying life.