I remember a time

I WAS the one being ******
I WAS the one who THREW the stones
I WAS even the Stones that were thrown

I WAS my own Judge, Jury and criminal

So I SKIPPED MY BAIL
RUN into his arms
SEARCHING FOR A PLACE TO CALL my Home
IMAGINE my surprise
WHEN In HIM I am no longer condemned
In HIS sacrificial love I have been bound

A 21ST CENTURY Saul to Paul
Through Christ's blood I am transformed
Reborn, ReWORKED by HIS WORKS  
My story a new testament

And to this world I stand OUT

BUT In his arms I am the perfect FIT

In HIS arms I am HOME