My head is bowed in weakness ~
My heart is broken ~ low;
I could never face You ~
There’s no place else to go ~

With tender understanding,
Your hand beneath my chin
Brings my eyes to meet Your own,
You see so deep within!

My sin! My lack! My awesome need!
Is covered with such blood!
The joy of Your forgiveness
Sweeps o’er me like a flood!

With You beside, below, above,
With You to guide ~ I go;
I find I can begin again
With pages white as snow!

Joan Clifton Costner
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