How sweet the redemption that both knocked me down

and then lifted me off my knees.

How sweet the Redeemer who came to me in that bitter hour

and up righted me again with ease.

It was sweet redemption that faced me with the icy realization

that I was without choice but to reform.

It was the sweet Redeemer who bathed me

in the substance of cleansing blood, pure and warm.

How grateful I am for that sweet redemption

that will one day permit me to touch God’s face.

How grateful I am for that sweet Redeemer

who sacrificed luxury and in torment took my place.

Oh, how precious that sweet redemption

that I hold sacred and from which I will never part.

Oh, how precious that sweet Redeemer

who stepped out of Heaven and into my heart.

From the Portraits of the Heart collection
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