I tremble at the remembrance
Of my years of unbelief.
I was deserving of Your wrath –
Unaware of all the grief
I caused you in my forsaking –
Building my prideful tower.
Yet it was like a pile of twigs
Crumbling under Your mighty power.
Your power is not just in wrath.
It also flexes itself in grace.
That led me to Your cross.
That glorious reconciling place.
Why, oh God, why me?
You know the hardness of my heart.
My drive to know you more
Is too often stuck in park.
Yet, You remain oh, so faithful.
Your nail-pierced hand is upon me.
Such is the good promise
To those who choose to seek Thee.
Thank you for Your patience,
And the assurances of Your Word.
They reveal an intimate love
That I’ve done nothing to deserve.
Spirit, please keep prodding
This tired heart to understand.
To keep seeking Your face
And feel the touch of Your hand,
That took the nails for me.
Oh, what forgiveness You provide.
The wrath that was meant for me
You took and is now satisfied.
Thank you for saving me, Jesus.
I’ll never be the same.
May my life forever be devoted
To glorifying Your name.