I WAS BORN
Without an identity.
At least, not with a good one.
I was once a nobody,
Living trapped in a state of moral corruption.
I was hated.
Insincerity and deceit surrounded me,
and I had adapted.
But then, God . . .
Out of that mire
and out of Darkness,
God rescued me.
He traded His divine robes for human flesh
He left His glorious throne room,
–an always-pristine, heavenly home–
and ran to earth in search of me.
He let it happen.
Allowed the corruption,
hate and deceit
to break His body
But . . . why?
So He could completely and irreversibly
free me from my inescapable, black pit of doom.
He stamped me
with His passionate affection.
Upon me, He placed His spotless robes.
He called me by name
made me part of a chosen people,
a royal priest
a royal nation
devoted to love
Serve an invincible,
Oh, this God of love . . .!
He pours out on me undeserved mercy,
His perfect light casts out all my darkness
How could I not praise this God?
The perfect Creator Himself
reached down into imperfection
and made me new again.
He fathers me with love,
A love so great and secure that . . .
even after I make a mess of my life,
I can’t help but run back to Him.
Only in His presence do I escape fear.
I know no fear
In all His unrivaled power and omniscience,
He is yet faithful and patient with me in all I do.
IS THERE A GREATER LOVE THAN THIS?
The Way of the Embattled Spirit