Remnants

Open the gates
 I can't count all the times that emotion has left me blind
 My clouded mind, my shots mistaken, about everything that is so blatant
 I was sold for the weight of my sins
 Sent to the world as a messenger
 A descendant of perfect love
 To separate the dark from above
 We are what's left; the remnants of the chosen ones
 Weary, my blood went cold as I searched for what would satisfy
 Forgotten were the words You spoke, breathing in new life
 My wicked soul turned like the restless sea
 Upon your shore I live to be Your hands, Your feet
 Everything I was created to be.
 Your Justice sustains me,
 Your life fulfills me, Oh God.
 I am the remnant of the chosen one.
 We are the remnants of the chosen ones
 I lift my hands to the Heavens, from where Your grace descends
 Open the gates and let us in
 I am a wounded vessel counted among the wicked
 My soul was lost in the ways of man
 My heart found rest in the palm of your hand
 We are what's left