Song of Deliverance
By Christy
O Great Creator, Designer of all time,
You formed me to be all of Thine.
Yet born was I, daughter of Eve,
a sinner, perishing, who could not believe.
Loving myself and preserving myself - a must
Enslaved to sin, to Satan, to lust.
When young, I was taught to "believe" and then I was "good."
They said to have a daily intake of Your food.
Tried, did I, and failed.
Tried again and then rebelled.
"I cannot be this bad!" I spewed.
"I do! I must have something to offer You!"
My pride enraged, "But I 'believed'!"
But You, O God,had not set me free.
"No one seeks after Me, not one.
You are dead. It's not you who pleases Me, but My Son."
And then You began in Your great grace to show
There is nothing good in me but to know
Christ.
He in love did chose me.
No good in me did He see.
But for His good pleasure
And endless grace, love beyond measure
He rescued me from despair,
From love of myself and the prince of air.
I am empty; I am bankrupt.
But for whatever is left in me
I want to be deliberate to dwell upon Thee
In every waking hour, in each moment of the day
May I love as You love me, I pray.
And in the journey still I find
My soul for sin does still repine.
At times, I grasp the filth that fills this place
Instead of seeing it as wilderness
Where I am just passing through
To catch a glimpse of You, just You.
And thankfully You chide and say, "This stuff, My love, is not bliss
No, no, My child, it is emptiness."
So each moment in which You enable me to think of You, it's grand
As I travel through this barren wasteland.
Do not let me go, but let me be
Heavenly minded - longing for You to see,
And in Your loving hand I rest
Trusting that in Christ I'm blessed.
Let me no sin conceal
But ever be humbled as You reveal
The beauty of the rescue
Of the great Design
That you formed me and before time
Chose me and called me to ball of Thine.
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