Groans Too Deep for Words

Deep, deep is the falling night

As we weep our wounds shine bright

You cannot hide the holy pain

When thereís nothing to lose and nothing to gain

And the wrongness cannot seem to be made right

Devastation is our salvation

Dead to self and alive to the holy One

Transformation by New Creation

Taken to the depths of the soul by the Son

Rending my old garments as I am undone.

And every passion I have known

Pales in comparison to this new light

Blinding me and showing me the seeds I have sown

They had surely taken over in their blight

Now I know the blinded woundedness of this unseen sight.

Well a heart can cry and a soul can moan

And a body tells a truth that can be shown

And the Spirit gives voice to the prayers I groan

In this darkest night my mind has known

From this deepest well the most wondrous wail Iíve never heard

But my comforter intercedes for these groans to deep for words

For my redeemer bleeds with groans too deep for words.

Groans too deep for words

Groans too deep for words

Here in the fellowship of suffering

Here hidden beneath his sheltering wing

Here in this union hidden in the holy One

Where I come to know as I am known

As my heart becomes an altarplaceÖ

I rest in the Peace that flows from Grace

Anthony Foster

December 28, 2008