Where cruelty once with jagged edge did tear,
To rend the soul and leave it lost, forlorn,
Grace rises soft, a whisper in the air,
And mercy greets us with a brighter morn.

Love wraps the broken in its warm embrace,
A tide of peace to soothe the heart’s unrest,
Truth cuts through shadows with its steady grace,
The gospel heralds hope to east and west.

Salvation, the pinnacle of gifts, descends,
A treasure vast for every soul in need,
Through this, the chains of darkness find their end,
A life renewed by heaven’s sacred creed.

No cruel decree can stand against this flood,
We’re claimed by light, washed clean in holy blood.