A Spring of Joy

I wondered how to come to You,
I did not dare believe it true,
That You regard the orphaned ones:
Beloved daughters, worthy sons.

The broken and the barren, too,
I heard could find some rest in You.
What kind of love in injury’s place,
Would leave instead the stain of grace?

So I come in sorrow and I come in shame.
I come to the cross with my pain.

Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

The pardon that I found from sin
Spilled out from where the nails went in.
My heart will ever more proclaim
I had not lived until that day.

And I know there is a crown for me
Beyond where mortal eyes can see
And I don’t nod to any man,
But offer me just as I am.

So I come rejoicing with hands held high,
And I come singing words of new life.

Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God,
O Lamb of God,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

O Lamb of God, I come.

(~Nichole Nordeman, Just As I Am)