the price has been paid

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we're blood and bones,
through and through.
our hearts are full of sacrifices,
of greedy fingers and angry tears.

blood has to be spilled.

it always has.

the altar is there dripping blood
blood of the sacrifice!
blood for our sins!

we're not made to be lukewarm,
to always be happy and comfortable.
passionate! hard love!
we're made for heavy feelings,
the kind that throws your heart hard into
the golden and deep blue sea of grace.
grace & pain.

we're blood and bones,
through and through.
our hearts are full of confusion
and the yearning to be full always.

blood has to be spilled.

the price must be paid.

the altar is there dripping blood
blood of the Lamb!
the holy, precious Lamb!
it is on our hands.

we have done nothing to deserve mercy.
we are not worthy of love.
the sun does not revolve around us.
we are not important, we are not amazing.

the blood has been spilled.

because i love you.

we do not deserve your love!
we do not deserve grace!
but yet here it is.

here it is.

life is not made for the lukewarm.

it was never about being just the right temperature;
the right thing for our short happiness.

it was made for heavy feelings.
grace that threw you wild and breathless into the resurrection,
it was made to be passionate and to be raw and pure.

pure grace, pure mercy, pure love.
everlasting seas of Him.

sing it, babe. sing it hard and good.