Give me a day of joy,
I’ll give you a night of tears.
Give me a newborn child
I’ll take him before his years.
Send me a lover and I’ll call
Him away to die in a war.
Give me a saint and I’ll make
Him struggle to his very core.
This is the bittersweet.
Where two cities meet.
Where wheat among tares are grown.
Surely you will now agree
Though you can’t have known,
The pain it really took
To make you free, to make you free.
The very God of this world
Came in flesh and blood to earth.
Mocked by His creation,
A servant He was from birth.
Can you understand why
The righteousness you now wear
Came through death’s bitterness
To receive sweet heaven’s care?
This is the bittersweet.
Where two cities meet.
Where wheat among tares are grown.
Surely you will now agree
Though you can’t have known,
The pain it really took
To make you free, to make you free.
Heaven bears its own.
But, not without the pierce of thorn.
Life’s never been so beautiful
When joys are ever plentiful,
Death comes to reap what was sown.
Glory be to Thee,
Our God, who is completely good,
To teach Your children humility
To avoid life’s aching futility
By resting in Your unfailing Word.
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