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A Robe of White

I look behind me
And see Your robe
Billowing white
Every surface
A flowing sea
Of mercy

And I weep
My knees now bowing low
In Your mercy
By a King
Who would call my failure
His greatest Victory

Broken by the Son of Man
Who would call
A woman weak and frail
His Cross to carry.

Who am I
But dust?

Who am I
But caged
In fear and shame
Crippled lame?

And yet
I hear Your Voice resound
Before me calling come
And find my feet
Now stepping there toward
Where even angels
Fear to tread.

And in my weakness
I watch You rise
In power strong
I watch You snap
My fear and shame in two
The lies I’ve claimed as truth
No more claim can lay
As upon Your Cross I look.

And there I bow
Before my King
My crown I lay
And with my tongue confess
Him now as Lord of all

“Holy, holy, holy
Is the LORD God Almighty”

From my lips now rise.

Behind me now
I see Your robe
A billowing of white
Every surface covering
A flowing sea of mercy


Isaiah 6:1 (ESV)

In the year that King Uzziah died I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up; and the train of his robe filled the temple.

1 Peter 2:9 (NIV)

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.

Matthew 4: 4 (NIV)

Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.'”


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