Once I was destitute, a captive of sin,
But then You gave me life and dwelled within.
You took my waste places, You took my tears,
You took my heartaches, and all my fears.
You took that pot, which was made of clay,
You took all of my darkness and made it day.
Then gave me wings, made me into a silver dove
With yellow-gold feathers, covered in Your love.
You gave me rivers and gardens of joy;
Things more precious than some material toy.
You gave me gladness and also thanksgiving
And filled my heart with continual singing.
In light of all this, what can I give in return?
Worship and obedience from a love that is firm.
Christina A. Morley
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