I have not sought Him,
no, not of myself,
it was I who was sought
I have not earned Him,
but solely by grace,
He relinquished the recompense I wrought
I have not known Him,
nor faithful was I,
the least, had I not even tried
But how He has known me
the despair of my heart,
and sweetly betrothed me, His bride.
How He had known me,
the depths of my solitude,
to visit the barren parts of my soul
Which I had not known,
how vacant I was,
until His inhabitance made me whole
What voice could reach,
the deepest of me,
Impoverished remains, as dead?
To ignite the fire,
and restore the will,
to give me life in abundance instead!
How sweetly He called me,
the quietness that spoke,
what rest for the weary of heart.
So peaceful and tranquil,
yet the Sovereignty of His voice,
was the light that swallowed the dark
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