A Christian's overwhelming wonder of how one could recieve undeserved love. |
And Love He Is I cling to You, O breathe of my life, Who gives me pastures of bread and wine Your cross You embraced Scourged for my sake And even then You did not rage Even then when Your body was flayed I saw in You eyes still tender Hands unwilling to rise Not a single word did you utter For man You could not despise I stood in Your midst and watched uselessly As the God of my life was beaten to sleep That crown they forced on You; my name was on it And yet You accept the very pain of it! For what have I done to receive Your care I am the dust of earth, am I not? And still You insisted to be there To watch me be saved and watch yourself rot O Lord, O Lord, what has Your people done? Marked with sin to reject the one and only Son? You came to love they who loved to hate Could I have given You such an awful state? If so, then take me, Lord God, into Your care If You have done so much, why should I despair? The demon in me is lost and my sin forgiven The wait of my heart lifted, redemption proven And, lo, I fear no more, for in truth My Redeemer lives And I cast my soul into His hands and know His love He gives What am I to have love in Him Mere man I am, and Love He is |