Sanctified
Dress up in your Sunday bestest
Collared shirts and black dresses
Break the bread pass the cup
Drink the wine
And get in touch
With the high divine
His body broken for me
His blood shed on calvary
Oh so son glory
sacrificed
So that I may be
Sanctified
His earthly body
For a wretched sinner like me
Oh at times it feels like such a waste
That he would give his life for me
But the beauty of it all
Is that he knows I’ll stumble and that I’ll fall
That I will never make any sense of it all
But yet patiently and lovingly he calls me by name
The purest lamb ever slained
My slate wiped cleaned
My soul renewed
And in him I am made shiny and new.
(2009)
