Who Am I

Who Am I

Who am I that God should love me
And be punished in my stead?
How could the Great Creator
By the created be led
Up a rugged hill so lonely
To the cross of Calvary
And accept that brutal hatred
Just to set a sinner free?

Oh, the Love that flowed so freely
Was a bright and crimson red;
And it held the life of Jesus
And of those who glibly said,
“Come on down and we’ll believe You!”
After nails had pierced His hands;
But it also held provision for
Every soul in every land!

Like a speck of minute dust upon
The microscope of space
Is my life ~ a mere reflection
Is my influence and place;
Yet, I wonder, (how I wonder!)
At the gift He gave, so high;
And I pledge my deep devotion
As I question, “Who Am I?”

©Joan Clifton Costner
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations author.
Psm. 8:4

 
Who Am I
                    Who am I that God should love me
And be punished in my stead?
How could the Great Creator
By the created be led
Up a rugged hill so lonely
To the cross of Calvary
And accept that brutal hatred
Just to set a sinner free?

Oh, the Love that flowed so freely
Was a bright and crimson red;
And it held the life of Jesus
And of those who glibly said,
“Come on down and we’ll believe You!”
After nails had pierced His hands;
But it also held provision for
Every soul in every land!

Like a speck of minute dust upon
The microscope of space
Is my life ~ a mere reflection
Is my influence and place;
Yet, I wonder, (how I wonder!)
At the gift He gave, so high;
And I pledge my deep devotion
As I question, “Who Am I?”

©Joan Clifton Costner
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations author.
Psm. 8:4