King stripped of royal robes
Over-flowing One poured out.
Father’s precious Son so far -
From light and hope and joy.
Holiness sullied by my mistakes
Hanging there, the weight of the world
On innocent shoulders
Redemption wasn’t cheap.
Great light of the world, Speak life to my darkness
Weave coloured threads into the grey of my shame
Transform my petulant scribbling into glory words
Create a landscaped garden from this scrap-heap of sin.
