It could have been me put the thorns in your crown
Rooted as I am in a violent ground How many times have I turned your promise down Still you pour out your love Pour out your love I was a dweller by a dark stream A crying heart hooked on a dark dream In my convict soul I saw your love gleam And you showed me what you've done Jesus, thank-you joyous Son You entered a life like ours to give us back our own You wanted us like you, as choosers not clones You offered up your flesh and death was overthrown Now salvation is ours, Salvation is ours I was a dweller by a dark stream A crying heart hooked on a dark dream In my convict soul I saw your love gleam And you showed me what you've done Jesus, thank-you joyous Son So I'm walking this prison camp world I long for a glimpse of the new world unfurled The chrysalis cracking and moisten winds uncurl Like in the vision John saw The vision John saw I was a dweller by a dark stream A crying heart hooked on a dark dream In my convict soul I saw your love gleam And you showed me what you've done Jesus, thank-you joyous Son Sir Bruce Cockburn
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Diane Bestvater II
11/16/2024 07:06:32 pm
Thank you. Your posts always touch my heart.
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Laurie
11/18/2024 10:26:50 am
So kind of you to say! xo
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