The Prostitute
My lonely heart, with the shinning lipstick,
Empty eyes with the flashing eyelashes.
Your Heavenly Father has so much to give, my child I truly care.
There is a better way of living; you can stop the flirting tricks,
I can heal your broken heart remove all scars and blemishes,
My mercy and grace cries out to you, for you it yearns.
My child, I will give you a crown of beauty for ashes,
A joyous blessing instead of mourning,
A festive praise instead of despair.
My heavens orchestra of angels rejoicing for your return.
It's not a cliché, call upon the power of my name,
I am never too far to hear your cry.
Yesterday, today, and forever, my love for you still the same,
Let me turn this around for you, for a better amazing life.
I will be your healer, your provider,
Your deliverer, your love like no other.
Your protector, your strong watchtower,
Your restorer, this very hour, let me be your true Savior.
My child, I will give you a crown of beauty for ashes,
A joyous blessing instead of mourning,
A festive praise instead of despair.
My heavens orchestra of angels rejoicing for your return.
I am the one, who can heal your broken heart,
Tender mercies in my hand freely to you, to you to give.
To wrap you in my loving arms, my child never to depart.
I gave up my only son to die for you, that you may live.
You are worth so much more to me;
My child let me change you from within,
My child, just believe that I will see this through for you.
Believe me when I say I will remove all your shame and sin,
Old things have passed away; Behold, I make all things brand new.
I make all things brand new.
I make all things brand new.
I make all things brand new.
Follow me and see, and I will give you everlasting peace.
My child, I will give you a crown of beauty for ashes,
A joyous blessing instead of mourning,
A festive praise instead of despair.
My heavens orchestra of angels rejoicing for your return.
By Aaron Guadarrama
Luke 7:48-50 (NASB)
Then He said to her, "Your sins have been forgiven."
Those who were reclining at the table with Him began to say to themselves,
"Who is this man who even forgives sins?"
And He said to the woman, "Your faith has saved you; go in peace."
My lonely heart, with the shinning lipstick,
Empty eyes with the flashing eyelashes.
Your Heavenly Father has so much to give, my child I truly care.
There is a better way of living; you can stop the flirting tricks,
I can heal your broken heart remove all scars and blemishes,
My mercy and grace cries out to you, for you it yearns.
My child, I will give you a crown of beauty for ashes,
A joyous blessing instead of mourning,
A festive praise instead of despair.
My heavens orchestra of angels rejoicing for your return.
It's not a cliché, call upon the power of my name,
I am never too far to hear your cry.
Yesterday, today, and forever, my love for you still the same,
Let me turn this around for you, for a better amazing life.
I will be your healer, your provider,
Your deliverer, your love like no other.
Your protector, your strong watchtower,
Your restorer, this very hour, let me be your true Savior.
My child, I will give you a crown of beauty for ashes,
A joyous blessing instead of mourning,
A festive praise instead of despair.
My heavens orchestra of angels rejoicing for your return.
I am the one, who can heal your broken heart,
Tender mercies in my hand freely to you, to you to give.
To wrap you in my loving arms, my child never to depart.
I gave up my only son to die for you, that you may live.
You are worth so much more to me;
My child let me change you from within,
My child, just believe that I will see this through for you.
Believe me when I say I will remove all your shame and sin,
Old things have passed away; Behold, I make all things brand new.
I make all things brand new.
I make all things brand new.
I make all things brand new.
Follow me and see, and I will give you everlasting peace.
My child, I will give you a crown of beauty for ashes,
A joyous blessing instead of mourning,
A festive praise instead of despair.
My heavens orchestra of angels rejoicing for your return.
By Aaron Guadarrama
Luke 7:48-50 (NASB)
Then He said to her, "Your sins have been forgiven."
Those who were reclining at the table with Him began to say to themselves,
"Who is this man who even forgives sins?"
And He said to the woman, "Your faith has saved you; go in peace."
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