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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Me
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