I slipped so easily from Your wings,
pretended You slept & would not see me gone.
And just as Eve believed a lie not her own,
I didn’t seek exile, just my own will.
You found me in the dark & drowning place;
And then I learned obedience,
You showed me grace, You made me a follower
of the Precious One & now I keep my eyes on Yours.
Before I was the rebellious creature weeping
at Your feet; I was Yours & pure of heart.
But I soaked my hands in my own blood
and saw tears on Your shining face.
Having once been carried upon His shoulders,
I now stay near His side – the nightmare
being another separation – unbearable to my soul.
Lord, You are holy, You gentle to me – as You
examine my heart’s secret accounts.
Our Father sees You when He looks at me,
Praise be His name, praise be His name, Amen.