FALLEN FROM A PERFECT PLACE
Now the world in need of grace
Sin was crowned and death was born
Open fields now bitter thorns
Reaching out with blistered hands
Creation cried for God made Man
Who worlds before I drew my breath
Would give me life cause His was spent
For on the cross He bore my shame
My sin then led Him to the grave
But when He rose He called my name
Could love have known a finer day
Now lies the curse a broken spell
So God and I could freely dwell
How could I give Him any less
Than all of me in brokenness
Still all creation waits for You
Crying out for all things new
When every tear is wiped away
And Jesus will forever reign