Without scars you restored my shattered heart. Not bound with glue or with repair, but as whole though no damage had ever come upon it. The pieces you took in your hands, and with your magnificent grace, you drew them part by part, each to each other. This was you act or mercy upon me. This was your pursuit of me. This is your act of compassion on me.
Not deserved, but granted, you gave life’s blood to my crumbled chest and with the metronome of your love and mighty power you set its beating time.
You called me yours and clothed me in white and declared my name new and unashamed. You granted me rights and authority in heaven and on earth to go and be your voice.
For your mercies enduring and love everlasting have been visited upon me.
Therefore, built by your hands, restored by your grace, beating with the song of your love, and flowing ever more with the blood of the Son, my heart is yours and yours alone, my Beloved, Immortal, and Magnificent Savior. My God and my King, I am yours.