I will hobble in in crutches
Just as the gates do close
Last of all my brethren
Even of all my foes
I will make it into heaven
By Gods faithfulness
Come to me my Saviour
Oh come to me and bless
The broken of brokenness
The weary of weariness
The weakness of weakness
The stumbler of stumbleness
The fool of foolishness
The hopeless of hopelessness
But in your bloody garments
You daily do me dress
How the demons rage
Against your holy grace
How you mock them God
With laughter on your face
They want to tear me apart
From limb to bloody limb
But they know my name is written
And I belong to him
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