O God, who set the stars in sky above,
who fashioned earth by a stalwart, strong hand
how might You Lord bestow a gaze of love?
Or how could I begin to rise from where I stand?
A chasm lies too steep for graceless child to reach
Your heights. I thought my dirty rags would do
to gain reprieve from fate that's dealt to each
still chained, apart, and gone, from Mighty You.
I cannot mount the path. I bend my knee
and ask, if then, this way, I cannot take,
will You come for me, answer urgent plea
to reach my heart with love and chasm break?
And heed you gave the voice with which I cried.
For me You gave Your only Son who died.