Father, quiet this raging heart
That I might hear your song,
For my heart is just confusion
My ways always are wrong.
I wish that I could convey
Hope to every man,
But without Jesus, I have nothing
Just foolish, shifting sand.
What is it about the darkness,
That tricks and traps the mind--
Why do men prefer corruption
And cast perfect love aside?
This question, the thing that torments,
As I watch men's folly fall--
It once was me; this is so true
But Jesus paid for all.
What joy it is to find him--
Unworthy-- on my knees--
The Father who saw my hidden shame
And sent his Son, to free.
And Jesus bled for every tear--
Bore scourges for each sin--
The word of Truth, the way of Grace,
That brought salvation in.
For despair then, I am grateful
For without it I would have remained
In rebellion, but contented
Unto hell and death a slave.
'Tis beautiful, to honor Christ--
And to turn from easy sin--
To sip that cup of bitterness
Sweet incense, for him.
Only the broken know this;
Only the filthy feel a need--
Thank God, then, for the torments
That brought me to my knees.
---Abby Elizabeth Charland
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.
--John 3:16 & 17
