The search is on with fury. A frantic company seeks to uncover the unpleasant record, yet it has vanished.
The company of fallen angels with their commander are disgusted.
They have been vanquished once again by One greater than themselves.
My Savior pardons those He reserves. He pleads for His remnant.
As He stands before the Father’s throne, He presents His hands, scarred so long ago, etched with my name.
And He pleads for me…
Not because I am worthy, but because He has reserved me to become worthy.
Because His scars cover my shame…