I’m a witness of a love that is so pure and true The same love without which there would be no me and you. I’m a witness to the strength of its transforming power Reviving and illuminating my darkest hour
I’m a witness of a touch that is killing, yet healing Piercing through the flesh, it reaches the marrow with affection Exploring intents and refining heart’s decisions A touch is a touch but this one heals emotions
I’m a witness of a heart with large room for my weakness Never accommodating sin but rebuking in meekness Making available mercy in its realness My heart is at rest cause His heart is my sweetness
I’m a witness of a savior whose love I cannot compare He mend my broken heart and took away my despair And now He protects me, even my every strand of hair. He and I, what an insuperable pair.
I’m a witness of Jesus; the savior of me Once on a cross He hung up high to set me free And free I have been ever since. As long as I live, on the Crossyde I’ll be.
This comes out of a gratitude and total amazement at the sacrifice that gave me the freedom to reach for my destiny with confidence... I celebrate Jesus the perfecter of my destiny.