When I reflect on my past,
I know I shouldn't be here now.
Perhaps Jail, or the streets.
That's where I ought to be.
Why did you set me free?
Why didn't you give me the verdict I deserve?
Why did you pay the price for me?
Why take up my shame and condemnation?
I don't deserve to be here right now.
Perhaps dead, bruised or forgotten.
But none of these happened.
Someone took it up upon Himself.
He says He loves me.
He would do anything for me.
No price is too great for Him to pay for my life.
He keeps calling my name, daily.
I'm afraid this love will overwhelm me.
Too deep, too intense, so true.
I'm afraid I am not worthy of His love.
Afterall I haven't done anything to deserve it.
But He keeps calling, daily.
He wouldn't give up on me.
He believes so much in me.
He sees something special in me.
I doubt if I can resist it any longer.
He has paid the price already.
What do I have to lose?
Perhaps I will give it a try.
I did give it a try, and got hooked.
He is the epitome of love.
Or rather, He is Love.
Yes, God is Love and in Him is no guile