Hearts of Flesh Bleed

I’d rather have pain than porosis

It’s better to hurt than be hard

If I would be formed in His image

Then like Him I will bruise and be scarred

Since He was made perfect through suffering

A perfect high priest to become

Then even in this let me know Him

Taste His grief, feel his pain, be alone

For stony hearts wince not at chastening

But scourgings make hearts of flesh bleed

And weak ones will yield to this mercy

While proud hearts stay blind to their need

Lord save me from my love of comfort

And take from me my heart of stone

I know hearts of flesh know more suffering

But they also feel love like your own