Open by Joshua Dolash

Open are you, oh father, to a repentant sinner;
All my deeds are wicked and rise higher than the seas.
To be endlessly scourged and burned would be my just retribution,
Yet how gracious are you Lord, when you wash me white as snow;
Taking this dead dog and transforming him to your delight.
My joy too great to explain, must be shouted in the heavens!
Through the galaxies and dark places, my gratitude must be proclaimed,
Because without a rescuer, I would have been like a skeleton among the living;
Lacking my merciful Savior, I would have deteriorated like one with leprosy.

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