Though I'm unlovely, love was shown. By His stripes I'm reconciled. As I stand before God, no charge I own. I am not guilty. I'm His child.

What difference does it make here, This harmony, this real shalom, This undeserved grace in which I stand near To God's wholeness 'til I get Home.

Immanuel means God with us. The veil was torn to let me in. Each person's access, no pomp or fuss, He died on a cross, this to win.

Now I'm glad in hope of sharing His Gospel story while I'm here. To those who suffer, I can be caring, Show them His love, comfort and cheer.

God loves me! He tests and refines 'Til He can see His reflection. I want His love through me to shine, To steer folks in His direction.

In hard times, how do I respond? Do I turn to the Lord and pray? My Lord has been there, done that, and He's fond Of leading in His perfect way.

Don't forget...the devil is defeated and God is in charge!