A Final Trade

Feet dangling on the edge of a precipice of change.

Peices of my heart scattered, been rearranged.

Can this be real? Can it be true?

That pain, shame can vanish? On it’s coattails, life a new?

A heart that’s only known one way of life.

Torn, ripped, cut by a jagged knife.

A stony heart full of anger, bitterness and hate.

Traveling dark alleyways, alone no soulmate.

I heard a rumor of a sacrifice that was made.

A place where I can make a final trade.

Hand over the past, hand over the sin.

Find the water and jump right in.

An empty vessel waiting to be filled.

With a redeeming love for me that was spilled.

I heard a rumor that I can finally be set free.

Because of a Savior who came and died for me!

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