The Work is Done

Oh my Father, oh my Shepherd King

The love you offer are tears that sting

 salty wounds and ashen face

 lonely deserts , lands of waste 

Rocky Terrace , unknown Depths

a wooden cross , a painful death

 to know this glory how can I bear

 to taste the suffering and heaven share 

unless you take my place oh God 

And fill me with eternal love 

Create in me a heart of flesh and softened Clay 

to write your precious words of truth 

that put your power on display 

I am a vessel broken 

a life re made

You send a love unspoken 

With a burden fully paid

all this lord, I cannot bear to carry 

all your love I cannot hope endure 

 But your seed did never Tarry

 to lift the sin and bring the cure

 when the end of all my strength is held 

within my trembling hands 

you bid me walk beside thee in a milk and Honey land 

all the grief from hence we come is left behind

the work is done!