Let Joy Abound

Unmake me!
Let Your joy abound!
I am free,
Without a sound.
Fear mingled with relief,
Love comes as a thief.

Strike me down!
Strip all away!
Painful crown,
Save me today.
Blood spilt on my behalf,
Makes my sins naught but chaff.

Restore me!
Bring me to life!
Make me see,
Truth in my strife.
I now release my grief,
I'll live this life so brief.

Unmade within sheer joy,
As love He did employ!

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