The stranger that knows me

There I am, standing and talking with a stranger.
Emptying my heart without the shyness of my crimes.
Little did i know that he is aware of all I haven't told.
As I bow my head and began to cry, He said I'd be fine.

No, you don't know who I am; I replied.
All that i have done,
The days that I lied.
The times I said no to yeses.
The tears I caused the day I killed.
I am not who the world thinks I am....

I would take you just the way that you are.

Of course, the stranger that knows me is Christ.
In the sanctuary I stand
With my eyes glazing upon the altar.
Laying my past aside.. 
I seek the change He immediately offered.

A chance to walk out of the hurts
The crimes that destroyed and broke me apart.
The shame the bleach can not wash away....

The stains only His blood can take.
He told me of the day that He died on the hill in darkness so I may shine..... And glitter.

For the first time in forever.. 
I emptied my heart
And in my mind I had no doubt
That in exchange for my soul, He would give me eternal life.

For he is no man that He should lie.

The stranger found me....
At once, I realized that the tales of strangers slaugthering wasn't valid anymore.....

For this stranger hasn't only been slaughtered for me....
He constantly called out for me.

My greatest regret would have been to reject him when my hands, He came to seek.

The stranger I didn't know has found me.
The stranger I didn't want has gotten me.
The stranger that i once didn't know now lives in me.
That stranger now defines me.

The stranger is my peace.....