Thou Art the Man

I am that man most vile and wretched,
The one who wagged my head and mocked.
I am the one that beheld His perfect work
And trampled them all under my foot.
I beheld the glory of the Only Begotten
And in return, I said I knew Him not.
He laid His life down so freely,
He who was without a spot!
I just piled more on for Him to bear.
O the Wretched man that I am!
Who can change the man I am?
Who can take this heart of stone?
Who can save me from this doom?
Guilty as charged I do proclaim.
I have no other plea that I could give.
A lost sinner is what I am.
How could I ever face Him, the One I’ve cursed?
I have never done a thing to garner His favor,
Only spat on His perfect sacrifice.
I plead for mercy from Him Who did not sin,
But the treasured up wrath is what I deserve.
O this heart of mine, it is trained only to deceive
It has blinded me to the One I need to see.
I see One coming, One pierced in His side,
Coming to help this most wretched of guys.
He sought me as a stranger, one who should die,
And gave His life as a ransom
For such a sinner as I.

Control

Second by second time moves along,
Always forward in the gulf of the unknown.
He is in control of it, not bound by its laws.
He has made a future for the ones He calls His own.
He has not left them to random chance or chaos,
But has created for them a life of peace and rest.
It is not a future bereft sorrows or tribulation.
But one solely dependent on His ever loving care.
He takes us to the very brink to show us He is there.
Not one thing touches us without His decree.
When the things of this life would crush and overwhelm
We see His good pleasures in the things He ordains.
Life is just a vapor, like the grass that withers and dies
Always marching forward to reveal His sovereign will.
He is the One that I love, the one I always will.
Not by any strength in me, but because He first loved me.