Lord, I have learned so much of you,
Yet how little do I truly know.
I know I should not ask you “Why”
Yet these things I would have you show.
Why, Lord, can you stand to look at me,
When my sins nailed you to the cross?
You endured such pain and agony;
For me you suffered such loss!
Why, Lord, have you made me your child,
When my heart is so prone to wander?
Perhaps you see in me the prodigal,
Who does return though I falter.
Why, Lord, do you still love me,
Though I fail you day by day?
I stumble and yes I fall,
Yet by my side you stay.
Why, Lord, do you hold my hand,
Through my temptations and trials?
You even give me strength to stand,
Though my faith fails you so often.
Why, Lord, have you prepared a mansion,
Where I will dwell with you eternally?
Walking through the streets of gold,
Lord, a wretched sinner like me?
The answers still elude me, Lord,
Though I’ve pondered this in my mind.
Yet seeing your arms open wide at Calvary,
Glimmers of understanding begin to shine.
Your mercy withholds from me,
The judgment I so much deserve’
And your grace bestows upon me,
Your great love that I could never earn.
October 15th, 2007