Gentle death, Jesus, Joy, Love, Music, Poetry, Theology

Free To Fall

Free To Fall

Free from self—my friendly foe,
A gentle death, the task ahead;
Boundless beauty it will sew,
Bleeding heart, its shell is shed.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.

Tearful nights that balm the soul,
Not one of them escapes Your heart;
In weary hours Your comfort’s shown,
Whispering, You fuel the spark.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.

Reckless heart by Spirit led,
To lose the world—for me no loss;
These lungs that sing will rest to breathe,
The sweet aroma of Your cross.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.

In Your light I’m free to fail,
Free to stand before Your throne;
The strength of Love has torn the veil,
Calling me to be Your own.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.

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