No Pain Is Wasted

No Pain Is Wasted 

My spirit was beckoned. 

A savior called to me  

his sweet voice said, "listen" 

and I held my breath, hanging on his coming words.

He came to me.

He said I could be reconciled

That the pain and shame of yesterday no longer weighed me down.

Oh, what a love on found.

When others said I would never be enough,

His love told a new story. 

He mended my brokeness with unfailing grace. 

He walked with me

A child of rath, raised to walk in the newness of life. 

My heart has walked with him, and his with me. 

By the sweet grace of my Jesus 

Finally I am Free. 

 

 

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