All hope was lost when I was alone,
I cried a prayer that reached the throne.
Addicted to tears shaped like the cross,
I wept aloud and found that which I lost.
Like a baby without a breast
I was hungry and starved, I needed to rest.
Weak without food I could barely see,
that The King had prepared a feast right before me.
Bestowed a place at his table,
I found grace that was fatal.
"Eat and drink and be joyful,
by faith my hope is bountiful."
When Jesus made me cry,
I knew, that for me he had to die.
By grace, through faith we are saved,
by the blood that Jesus has paid.
Completely God and completely man,
this Jesus was killed by human hand.
A sacrifice he was,
Jesus loves you, just because.
Resurrected from the dead,
Jesus is alive, no matter what is said.
Living and strong,
Jesus is with you, all your life long.
Jesus is building his house so big,
he wants you to come and see his Kingdom gig ;)
You are loved.
You are blessed.
In the Kings righteousness,
you are dressed.
Copyright 2020 coup de grace by Austin Woodruff
coup de grace (n.)
"a single blow or stroke, dispatching one condemned or mortally wounded to put an end to misery," 1690s, from French coup de grce, literally "stroke of grace;" the merciful death-blow that ends another's suffering. (Etymonline; Online Etymology Dictionary)