When bitter words and deeds like tempests tear,
A redeemed soul to trembling knees is thrown,
The Savior swift descends through grief’s despair,
His warrior heart claims them as His own.
With tender hands, He binds each wounded space,
Defends with might, a shield from every foe,
His royal grace lifts high the weeping face,
A comfort deep where silent sorrows grow.
Beside His child, the King of mercy kneels,
His tears entwine with theirs in sacred streams,
A love so vast, no pain outstrips its heals,
A dawn of hope through shattered, fading dreams.
In brokenness, His presence ever near,
He raises up with strength and dries each tear.
A redeemed soul to trembling knees is thrown,
The Savior swift descends through grief’s despair,
His warrior heart claims them as His own.
With tender hands, He binds each wounded space,
Defends with might, a shield from every foe,
His royal grace lifts high the weeping face,
A comfort deep where silent sorrows grow.
Beside His child, the King of mercy kneels,
His tears entwine with theirs in sacred streams,
A love so vast, no pain outstrips its heals,
A dawn of hope through shattered, fading dreams.
In brokenness, His presence ever near,
He raises up with strength and dries each tear.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 