Take my wounds, take my scars,
Take our aching, quaking hearts,
And make them into works of art.
Take my tears, take my pain,
Take our clouds weighed down with rain.
Take my empty fragile vase,
And fill it with your precious grace.
Take my head and lift it up.
Overflow my broken cup.
You redeem each tear that streams, for every loss and shattered dream. So, let me seek your righteousness and trust your heart for all the rest. In every storm you will be near to calm the waves and all my fears.

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