You wanted goodness
I needed mercy
You were looking at the sin in me
But all along it was Jesus
We needed to see
You wanted something I couldn't give
You didn't understand
It's in His righteousness we live
I may have fallen but yet I'll stand
Because Jesus has taken me for His own
You wanted goodness
I needed mercy
You didn't see the heart in me
I was crying out to Jesus
Knowing my need of Him
You wanted something I couldn't give
You didn't understand
It's in His righteousness we live
I may have fallen but yet I'll stand
Because Jesus has taken me for His own
You wanted goodness
I needed mercy
You didn't see the pain in me
I wanted to be like Jesus
Though I was failing Him
You wanted something I couldn't give
You didn't understand it's in His righteousness we live
I may have fallen but yet I'll stand
Because Jesus has taken me for His own
You wanted goodness
I needed mercy
You wanted something I couldn't give
You didn't understand it's in His righteousness we live
I may have fallen but yet I'll stand
Because Jesus has taken me for His own
You didn't see my tears for Him
As I knelt to confess all of my sin
You looked only on an outward shell
But He saw my heart and made me well
You wanted goodness
I needed mercy
But you haven't seen what I have seen
We can do no good apart from Him
And if today He comes to you
Will you talk to Him of me or you?
Which heart will you tell of for Him to change?
Which life will you lay before His throne?
You wanted goodness
I needed mercy
But you haven't seen what I have seen
We can do no good apart from Him.
You wanted goodness
I needed mercy
You wanted something I couldn't give
You didn't understand it's in His righteousness we live
I may have fallen but yet I'll stand
Because Jesus has taken me for His own.
copyright jacky Hughes July 2004
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Jacky,
What can I say? You have another winner. Your use of repetition, especially 'you wanted goodness, I needed mercy' is powerful. After reading your poem, I just sat there stunned, while my spirit tried to absorb it. To me that's what good poetry is: one spirit speaking to another.
Bill
