Sometimes I sit and wonder: Why do You love one such as I?
I who have been so wicked; I who have not obeyed;
I who, rather than walking close to You,
have so often and so far strayed.
When I'm faced with the choice of obeying
Or going my own way,
I too often follow after pleasure,
Day after day after day.
How can I be so foolish
To forfeit such a prize,
And give up such a blessing
By listening to Satan's lies?
Instant gratification
Is a worm on a sharp hook;
Immediate but short-lived pleasure
Was all the bait it took
To drag me to defeat
And destroy me with sin,
But, crying out in repentance,
I looked up, and there You were again,
Ready to forgive me,
Stretching out nail-pierced hands,
Across the chasm of my sin,
Your perfect love spans.
Sometimes I sit and wonder:
Why, Lord? Why do You love one such as I?
Why did You sacrifice Yourself
And for such a lowly sinner die?
"It's because I love you,"
Would be His compassionate reply.
"For you I left Heaven; for you I tasted death.
That's how much I love you, and that's why I did die."
Oh, Heavenly Father,
Intimate Lover of my soul,
You sacrificed Your own Son for me;
Therefore You do I extol.
(written/created by Jeff)
