Reclaimed

Why do you flee from my light?
All can be seen, all that is done in secret.
There is no way to become lost in sight.
My child, resist the temptation.
Let it go, all that is impure like the dark of night.

The cross is a place to die and give up your rights.
To place all the shame, conviction, and grime.
To crucify all of your sinful delights.
Come to my cross, let it go,
Allow me to walk you up those mountain heights.

Find satisfaction in me,
A meaningful intimacy with your Lord God,
More true repentance, so you me see
Face-to-face, the flood of God's glory.
There is no sin too unforgivable, to set your heart free.

By R. E. Smith