The alternatives were clear:
Die a little every day,
Or undergo the surgeon’s knife,
And take a chance on…..brand new life.
Oh, the cut pierced deep and true,
Slashing to the center of my pain.
I was angry for a long, long time;
I thought that you were cruel,
I thought you were unkind.
CHORUS:
You’ve been the knife He used to cut me open;
You were the edge He used to scrape me clean.
He could only enter when my heart was broken
To do His necessary surgery
On my soul.
With absolute precision, stinging steel
Cut like silver ice into my core,
Revealing all the hidden wounds that hadn’t healed;
Exposing the unfinished things I’d carefully concealed.
Blind with rage, convulsed with pain,
I branded you my worst and fiercest foe —
But then my Savior gathered up the secret darkness in my soul,
And cleansed and dressed my wounds so I’d be healed at last….
And whole.
(REPEAT CHORUS)
It’s not so much that I forgive you,
As that I no longer feel there’s anything to forgive.
God has used you as His instrument,
To change the way I see and feel and live!!
You’ve been the knife He used to cut me open
You were the edge He used to scrape me clean.
You’ve been an instrument in my salvation –
In this very necessary surgery
On my soul…
On my soul.
