The holy, righteous, great I Am
Surrounded by His creation, yet alone, wholly complete
Rightly judging his handiwork with perfect justiceI begin to grasp the love of God.
When I consider my frail being
Created for his glory, yet spitting on His sacred face
Daily adding to and sealing my insurmountable debt
Deserving nothing but His righteous angerI begin to grasp the love of God.
When I remember the glorious Word
Who chose the confines of flesh to dwell among the broken,
With eyes fixed on the final altar, flesh stretched out
Becoming brokenness for me so that God was satisfiedI begin to grasp the love of God.
When I consider the curtain,
Torn asunder, and his voice of grace that called me in
From death row to my costly place in the Holy of Holies
Debt paid by the creditor, the creditor now my fatherI begin to grasp the love of God.