The Exchange
How can I give, You,
The God of the universe,
My broken life?
You deserve perfection,
glorious creations of
Eden’s soil.
Alas not one is pure,
Holy in Your sight.
So You came.
You take our shattered pieces,
Wounding Your flesh
Spilling Your blood.
It is You that gives the good,
Perfect gift of wholeness.
To all the broken.
There is no hope,
No freedom
Without the exchange.
Songs resound in praise,
Humble thanksgiving
For He who is worthy.
Carolynn J. Scully ©2012
