Finer Day

FALLEN FROM A PERFECT PLACE"¨
Now the world in need of grace"¨
Sin was crowned and death was born"¨
Open fields now bitter thorns

Reaching out with blistered hands"¨
Creation cried for God made Man"¨
Who worlds before I drew my breath
Would give me life cause His was spent

For on the cross He bore my shame"¨
My sin then led Him to the grave"¨
But when He rose He called my name"¨
Could love have known a finer day

Now lies the curse a broken spell
So God and I could freely dwell"¨
How could I give Him any less
Than all of me in brokenness

Still all creation waits for You
Crying out for all things new"¨
When every tear is wiped away"¨
And Jesus will forever reign