Until Your Wounded Foot found me in dirt
Unwanted and unliked, wayside I laid and fret
Scorned and trampled by guilt and shame
Lost in solitude with humiliated name
Your touch, your care and your grace
And the loving gaze, I saw on your glowing face
I don't merit this marvelous love, in silence, I weep
Oh! You've pulled me out from such deep
I was, then, raw, rugged and shapeless
To offer, I had in me, nothing priceless
You carried me, yet, to your refining room
From the chasms of separation, I am now Home
So tearful, so demanding, Your refining wheel
From the dross of my dreams and desires of soul
Fire of Cross to bear in every step forward
Cleansed to be used for you, my eternal reward
You are my designer, the transfomer of my past
You pursue the forgotten and seek the weak and lost
I will be the vessel that ever carries your glory
Letting the world see your abundant grace in my story.
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