It was love not an accusing finger

It was love not an accusing finger
I know the evil of my sin

It was love not an accusing finger
A love that had to be more desirous than sin
that would lead my affections away from myself.

It was love not an accusing finger
Love so consistent so continual
it would fill the empty voids of my soul.
It would be there to feed me,
to touch and breath in all day long.

A love I would learn to trust and live in.

His love heals, lives and gives life!
Accusing finger tears down, shames, condemns.

"There is now, no more condemnation
for those who are in Christ"