We stutter and we stammer 'til You say us   A symphony of chaos 'til You play us   Phrases on the pages of unknown   'Til You read us into poetry and prose      We are kept and we are captive 'til You free us   Vaguely unimagined 'til You dream us   Aimlessly unguided 'til You lead us home      And by Your voice, we speak   And by Your strength, no longer weak   We are no longer weak      And by Your wounds we are healed   And by Your wounds we are healed      Passed over and passed by until You claim us   Orphaned and abandoned 'til You name us   Hidden and disclosed 'til You expose our hearts      And by Your death we live   It is by Your gift that we might give   That we might give      And by Your wounds we are healed   (Tell me what kind of love is this)   And by Your wounds we are healed      What kind of love would take Your shame   And spill His blood for you   And save us by His wounds      And by Your wounds we are healed   (Tell me what kind of love is this)   And by Your wounds we are healed      (What kind of love)   And by Your wounds we are healed   (Tell me what kind of love is this)   And by Your wounds we are healed, healed