I 'm
overwhelmed this quiet time
I
find it hard to comprehend
That
He Who formed the universe
Should
stoop to be my Special Friend
The
angels round His throne may singProclaiming glory to the King
But when redemption's work was done
He claimed me as His chosen son.
The message of His love proclaims:
“The door of Grace is open wide!”
And all who come in Jesus' name
Are called to be His special Bride.
But why should He have chosen me
A hopeless slave of sin and shame
I cannot understand such grace
But praise and magnify His name.
So while I'm sitting here alone
I bow in worship and in praise
To Him who sits in heaven's throne
Both now and through eternal days.
--B. Pent
