I am looking at the world through rose-coloured glasses
stained with the precious blood of Christ
His love for us overwhelms, it surpasses
His love overcame, it more than sufficed.
What joy I grasp, what hope is induced
seeing the world through this harsh, gory hue
how clearly I see, what gladness produced
when perceiving the Cross, I acquire this worldview.
Delusional? No. Unrealistic? Never.
Your steadfast love will never be severed.
I have cause for peace; I have cause to rejoice
but in these moments I find I have no voice
For looking through blood, seeing Your pain
remembering that only through Christ do I gain
looking at the forgiveness that grace attains
staring bewildered at loosed, destroyed chains
my speechless heart emits a joyous refrain:
“Worthy, Worthy is the Lamb who was slain.”
stained with the precious blood of Christ
His love for us overwhelms, it surpasses
His love overcame, it more than sufficed.
What joy I grasp, what hope is induced
seeing the world through this harsh, gory hue
how clearly I see, what gladness produced
when perceiving the Cross, I acquire this worldview.
Delusional? No. Unrealistic? Never.
Your steadfast love will never be severed.
I have cause for peace; I have cause to rejoice
but in these moments I find I have no voice
For looking through blood, seeing Your pain
remembering that only through Christ do I gain
looking at the forgiveness that grace attains
staring bewildered at loosed, destroyed chains
my speechless heart emits a joyous refrain:
“Worthy, Worthy is the Lamb who was slain.”
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