Liberate our captain, Father Heal this dear man, LordThis fine but weary lion of a man You know the hurt, the shattered dreams You know the past, you and he aloneYour eyes upon him with favor That on that day In whitewashed robes he can stand Boldly before the Throne of Grace Presented to his Eternal Father Washed clean in the Blood A bride to his King A friend to his bridegroom A helpmeet to his Redeemer A lover to the Lover of his soul Bless him, Lord Raise him up, Abba In the full stature of sonship A son of the Living God! -Stephen Pursell, 12/1/03 | ![]() |
Home > 2003 Poems >