Beautiful Reckoning

Knees crashing to the floor For sin I can't ignore The thorns that never go I've prayed sonnets, lines, and poems Wrote eloquence to show Just how wrong I am Nose touching ground Hands held wide Tears for words I can't hide Broken I fall at the throne of grace Where You made for me a place That I never have to earn And You're beckoning Me to beautiful reckoning My soul, it knows now very well Your kindness when You tell Me when I am wrong If I hate everything You hate Then I can't concentrate On things that break Your heart What a joy it is to empty all of me For You will give me everything I need Broken I fall at the throne of grace Where You made for me a place That I never have to earn And You're beckoning Me to beautiful reckoning Oh, taste and see that He is good And fear Him as you should Take refuge in your King The lions suffer want for more But those who fear the Lord They lack not a good thing Those who look to Him are radiant Their faces shall never be ashamed Broken I fall at the throne of grace Where You made for me a place That I never have to earn Lead me toward the peaceful streams Let mercy follow me In Your nearness I can learn For You're beckoning Me to beautiful Oh, You're beckoning Me to beautiful Oh, keep beckoning me to beautiful reckoning