It Found Out Me

For my friend on August 9, 2009

I.
Your love found me out!
O my God, it found me!
In the deepest, darkest, most secret place,
it found me
and brought me to my knees
and made me see
my need for mercy.
But would there be pardon?

II.
For justice demands a penalty –
that a price be paid
and penance made
for my transgressions,
my indiscretion.
But the weight of judgment from Holy God
is too heavy to bear.
If only someone could share
the fate that awaits this ruined soul –
the whole of me
damned for eternity.
Is there any hope of rescue?

III.
Yes! And now I am the fortunate one,
because Holy God sent His sinless Son
to die the death I deserve
every day when I turn away
from the narrow path that leads to life.
His atoning sacrifice!
His dying in my place!
O amazing grace!

IV.
But grace not only to save
but also to change me
and rearrange my affections,
ensuring that each section of my life
is lived God-ward.
Grace upon grace to abound
until at last I am found with my Savior,
awaiting the day
when all is made new,
when all is made new,
when all is made new.

~ by merylherr on August 9, 2009.