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 sing
Proclaiming
glory to the King
But
when redemption's work was done
He
claimed me as His blood-bought son.
The message of this love proclaims:
“The
door of Grace is open wide!”
All
those who come in Jesus' name
Are
called to be His chosen 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
