Singing of your goodness...

Father in debt to you we stand,

Awed by your gift unfathomable,

To a lost race of fugitives,

The redemption uncontainable.

To us in the miry pit,

You reached so selflessly,

With your nail-pierced hands, and saved my soul,

So I’ll worship at your throne.

O that love at Calvary,

Agape poured out there,

In my place, so I’ll be saved

To it nothing can compare.

O the beauty of the scarlet grace,

The blood that our past erased,

Drawing, setting our heart ablaze,

To your tender love that saves.

I praise you for your mercies redundant,

That falls anew each morn,

Thankful for the blessings abdundant,

That you shower on your own.

Lord in awe of your goodness,

I kneel, my heart undone,

Though bursting with a simple song,

The song that’s being sung.