Creation unfolds before my eyes, moving here and there.
Death, decay, and ravished earth–its inhabitants despair.

In mud, for blood,
the game plays on.
My mind inclined,
that hope was gone:

“This war cannot be won.”
Tainted, all. Worthy, none.

Miserable. Wretched. Dark, it seemed.
“Fear not, my son, you’ve been redeemed.”


Redeemed you say? It cannot be! Look underneath my skin;
death, decay, and ravished love, how far afield I have been.

My heart, my art,
my work, you see,
is bent, I spent
it all on me!

The land so full of death,
was poisoned by my breath.

“It matters not, how much you’ve schemed,
for you, my son, have been redeemed.”


My intentions often hid, but my actions speak aloud.
I care less of what God thinks, than approval of the crowd.

My creeds and deeds
have proven ill,
my oaths in droves
lay unfulfilled.

My labors and my plans,
disintegrate like sand.

“It’s not by these you are esteemed.
For my Name’s sake, you are redeemed.”


There was a day, a darkened day, whose scorn had been foretold.
A trial, denials, a blackened sky, a traitor’s pouch of gold.

The sting, the King,
sighed on a cross.
The pain and strain,
of lonely loss.

For joy that was ahead,
He suffered in our stead.

The war was lost. Or so it seemed:
“It is finished. They’ll be redeemed.”


Three hopeless days. Three anguished nights. No voice of comfort heard.
And then the reign of death was smashed, and He rose undeterred.

The one, True Son
had paid my debt.
My cries will rise
unburdened yet.

For Jesus drank the cup,
but God had raised Him up.

In light this brilliant gospel, gleamed,
our hope: “In Him, we are redeemed.”


I believe! But God, there’s more. Though Your hand of grace is plain.
This pain, this endless struggle. It’s too much. I can’t sustain.

My tears and fears
will not abate.
My cares are snares
that cultivate

resentment uncontrolled,
and anger, truth be told.

“No matter how you’ve cried and screamed,
still you, yes you, will be redeemed.”


This work I cannot shoulder, Lord, the burden is not light.
I cannot do what you want me to! I can’t win this fight.

I’ve one, my son,
and daughters, three,
and wife, our life,
too much for me!

Tonight your bread supplies,
But what of when we rise?

“Trust. Through my death, and life, I’ve deemed:
You’ll not be lost, you’re my redeemed.”


I long to see the Dawning Day. To see You face to face.
I long to see the conflict cease. To end this weary race.

No tears or fears
beset me there.
No cares or snares,
to crush me where

I’ll finally be free.
‘Cause Jesus died for me.

And all will be as I have dreamed,
And all because, I’ve been redeemed.


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