Mighty Hand

I rise and I am radiant 
The glory is etched throughout my entire being
Righteousness flows from my inner parts
A river of life for all to see

Where oh where does this come from?
My yesterdays tell a different story
Shame has been my covering
Disgrace my robe

I have walked a different path
Stumbling over rocks and mire
My clothes tattered and torn
My heart shattered and worn

Were you to count the sins of my youth
Not even the stars would properly amount
I staggered one last time
Into the hole of despair

I teetered over the edge
A hand grasped my back
I was yanked to solid ground
Stripped down to the core

My dirty garments removed
My filth washed away
I glanced down at the hands so tender
To see nail scars in the name of surrender

A cloak wrapped around
The color so white
My eyes went wide
At the purity so bright

A crown topped my head
A name written in red
I glanced at the One before me
To see a face so meek

His clothes were tattered and torn
His body weary and worn
He wore only humility
As a perfect being took on my form

Knowing I was saved
I opened my lips to ask why
He opened His arms and whispered
"You Are Mine"

"Yet now He has reconciled you to Himself through the death of Christ in His physical body. As a result, He has brought you into His own presence, and you are holy and blameless as you stand before Him without a single fault. But you must continue to believe this truth and stand firmly in it." (NLT Colossians 1:22-23)