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I came to the fountain of grace
carrying all of my pain,
clutching to luggage of sin,
reeking with stench of my shame.
I stepped into waters of love
That broke through this hard figurine.
My sin and my shame washed away-
I knew I was finally clean.
But the pain…the pain, how it shrieked,
it ranted, it twisted and tore
into the heart of my soul;
repeatedly shaking my core.
And I stayed in the fountain of grace.
None other had ever compared
to my Lord-so holy and true;
such joy in His presence was there.
I stayed and He gently reached out;
cradled my heart in his hand,
tenderly took out and placed
the thorns, wedged so deep, in his palm.
My heart is now soft – loosed to love,
protected yet free, as befits
a heart that belongs to the Lord-
one with His hands wrapped around it.
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