I've been here before;
what am I so afraid of?
Feeling like my heart is scored,
another loss of love.
Yet this is a new thing;
coming through the door;
Not knowing what I'm thinking;
not knowing anymore.
But since this is an old path
I'm thankful that it's worn.
My heart is feeling its old wrath,
while I'm feeling so forlorn.
I know what I am made of;
my heart's being shaped with Hope.
He's as gentle as a dove;
He lifts me like a rope.
This heartache's old, but I am new;
I know this Hope who knows me.
In seeing my eyes, I'm seeing You;
Hope's Word still overthrows me.
Though born in sin, now made for love,
Your fingerprint's on my life.
By Your Word, I'm born above;
Your command has made me right.
So I know I'm made for love,
that is, it's mine to give.
If it's true love, it's from above,
from You, for You live.
I'll be here as a friend
with an ear to hear;
overlooking any sin;
behind I'll leave some cheer.
I'll be here, as a lover,
she'll feel like she's my queen.
And for my heart there is no other;
not here nor in-between.
This time I'm down; a chance to build;
a chance to draw near You.
Make my faith pure and gild,
to show Your love so true.
And though I hurt, I'm alive,
and though I know I've sinned,
it's still You Who's made me right
and I will love again.
“Do not lie in wait, O wicked man, against the dwelling of the righteous;
Do not plunder his resting place;
For a righteous man may fall seven times and rise again,
But the wicked shall fall by calamity.” ~ Proverbs 24:15-16