Thy Redeemer

Is there no place where I shall rest?
But to Your grace I rest my debts,
Your broken skin I did my part,
I fled from You- Your open heart.
With salt and hate I speared Your side,
Before Hell's gate You heard my cries,
'Though Your name it was I cursed,
You said my fate and gave me mirth.
To Thy Redeemer I lay my soul,
To Him i bring my empty bowl,
He fills with gifts and holy things,
Glory to the New Born King!