I’ve found the source of praise,
Praise that knows my name,
Speaking the endearing words of hope to me,
Faithfulness chases my every thought,
Flowing into shouts of loyal encouragement.
My darkest sins were my prison,
They gathered around gloating at my distress,
Surrounded, I looked for an escape,
My cries for help were heard by God,
He took me from death’s door,
And, brought me to the heart of mercy.
I know the bitterness of betrayed trust,
And the sweetness of loyal friendship,
They both belong to my pilgrim’s path,
The sweetness tastes all the better,
When betrayal is transformed by God’s loyalty,
What was lost is replaced by fresh hope,
Life’s choice of destruction or transformation,
Brings me to the God’s loving heart,
Desiring to obey him first in everything.
God hasn ‘t missed a thing in my life,
He chose the broken path so I could understand,
That my sleepless nights of worry,
When I thought I had done nothing right,
Were really the Liar’s condemnation,
His accusations belonged to him, not me,
Transformation is my witness to my forgiveness,
Condemnation is nullified by Mercy’s grace.
