The story
The story
by Joel Howard
Twenty five years ago
sin entered in
Many, many years ago
Christ entered in
Thirty five years ago
Tears they did flow
At the very same time
Christ made me to know
The story runs like waters
The deeper that my sin did go
There the river He did flow!
There the river He did flow!
Pondering my weakness
Buckled and on my knees
Were you there with me?
Christ you were there!
So afraid of condemnation
Tormented by fears and isolation
Were you there indeed?
You were there with me!
The story runs like fire
The more worthless was I
The story runs like fire
Cleanses me inside
Cleanses me inside!
You expose
as you take hold
God you know my soul!
When I go
Like prodigals
I can never hide!
Miracle of miracles
That just when sin
Had me entangled
Jesus came to rearrange me
Son of all that's cynical
Believer of all lies
That's when Gardener planted His
Holy Word inside!
I live because death died
The story runs like oil over
Such a fatal wound
Like blood over the door of my
Disoriented room!
Faithful are the two hands of
The potter who would groom
My imperfections pounding them
Into beauty's bloom!
May I never doubt the story
May I never doubt the glory
May I never wait to hold Thee
May I never doubt the story
May with ever love increasing
I go out to meet Thee
Tackling my faith and deeds
Because of all you planned for me
May I never cease to believe
That when death is all I can see
You still illuminate in me
A redemption story
Just when I am falling
In the mire drowning
It's there you are redeeming
Heaven's beauty blooming
Heaven's beauty story
I believe your story!
The story runs like waters
The deeper that my sin did go
There the river He did flow!
There the river He did flow!
