Me, Why?
Someone who rides
Among the stars
On wings of the wind
Who has the power to transcend
Both time and space
From out whose face
Energy, heat, light, His Glory
Gush, pour out from
Are so easily traced
This beautiful Someone
From His golden throne
This Perfectly Holy Son
Wants to love us
Plural of the you and me
Sometimes as I sigh
I ask the question, WHY?
I look at our past
Track record
A history full of so
Many great transgressions
Committed most openly
With such small amounts
of discretion
Rebellion written on our skin
All done just to get our own way,
Some selfish lust to win
Destroying life, this has
To be the truest form of sin
But Christ chose to love
Us anyway
Never stops
Morning, night of every day
Praise God for that!
For He cannot go against
His own nature
And so
In an amazing act of pure
Salvation
Left His Glory's throne
His walks among the stars
To die for His created man
And now on His own hands
Still bears the ugliest of scars
SoulSails 