God’s love, a boundless sea, awaits the weary heart,
Where broken souls find solace, and healing’s gentle start.
Despite our wandering steps, our unfaithfulness and strife,
He responds with grace abundant, the wellspring of new life.
In shadows deep, where guilt resides, A heart awakens, humbled, tried. It bows before the throne of grace, Seeking mercy in that sacred space. True repentance blooms like dawn, Acknowledging the stains we’ve drawn. God’s love, a balm for wounded souls, Restores our joy, makes broken whole.
His Spirit whispers through our tears, Guiding steps, dispelling fears. Reconciliation’s sweet refrain, Bridges gaps, heals every pain. Hope unfurls within His grace, A refuge strong in life’s wild chase. No need to hide, no mask to wear, For God’s forgiveness waits us there.
His desire? To mend the fractures, love’s tapestry restore, To whisper hope to wounded hearts, to heal and to adore. True repentance blooms like flowers after rain, Turning from our wrongs, we find forgiveness’ sweet refrain. So let us trust His mercy, lean on grace’s wings unfurled, For God’s love and restoration embrace the contrite world. In brokenness, we find wholeness; in surrender, we are free, For His grace is our refuge, and His love our sanctuary.
Yet this repentance isn’t ours alone, Its ripples touch hearts far from our own. We share His grace, extend our hand, To lead others toward that promised land. So let our lives reflect this truth, A heart repentant, renewed, uncouth. In God’s embrace, we find our song, And echo grace where shadows throng.
In trials and tribulations, we stand, Our faithfulness unwavering, hand in hand. Persecution may come, but we remain strong, Guided by God’s presence, where we belong. Discernment shapes our every choice, Purity in our interactions, our voice. Trusting the Lord, fear dissipates, Perseverance our path to eternal gates. For love, we boldly raise our voice, In challenges, we find our purpose, our choice. Faithful hearts, unwavering and true, God’s love sustains us, forever anew.
Not mere ritual sacrifices, but words from depths within, Our worship, like incense rising, a fragrant offering. Authentic devotion, heartfelt and sincere, In whispered prayers and praises, God’s presence draws us near.
