Of Blood, Grace, And New Songs - Roni Olson

What do I know of redemption's story?

Its concept embedded within my soul.

Yet my fallen mind refutes its glory;

I yearn to be free, I yearn to be whole.

The spilling of blood a fitting ransom.

Blood availed for me I often do doubt.

Embodiment of beauty, though not handsome; *

Paradoxes ask what love is about.

Yet the substance of things hoped for, the things

I've not seen, are those upon which faith rests. *

While my mouth remains closed, my soul still sings

Of grace undeserved, no longer a quest.

The divine with the human did collide,

And I live through the life of Him who died.