I stood afar off empty, calloused, obsessed
with the wretch of my self
Uncultured, unrefined, untaught, unenlightened.
And One came to my presence
to appear before me
Who is He, and who was I that he should have been mindful of me?
He called to me out of the fire, said my name.
I could not stand, my heart fell as though dead
“I cannot, I cannot, for what does darkness have in common with the light?”
“My arms are weak, my mortal flesh betrays me.”
But the echo of pure words pierced me through, “I chose you!”
A living God, a God who lives for me, a God who dies for me
A God who gives everything, everything to me
If he has given us His Son, how much more will He not freely give us all things?
Beckoned and broken, ushered to the Rock I come
No turning back, no looking back
Trembling with fear as the Spirit lifted me high
Above my transgressions, above my iniquity.
And then let down
To break in pieces upon the Rock of Ages
“You are my hammer and weapon of war:
with you I break nations in pieces,
with you I destroy kingdoms,
with you I break in pieces the horse and his rider, the chariot and the charioteer,
with you I break in pieces the man and the woman, the old and the young,
with you I break in pieces the shepherd and his flock, the farmer and his team,
with you I break in pieces rulers and commanders.”
Each piece carefully gathered on the alter
and burned as an offering to the Most High
Refined and hammered by the baptism of his perfect will.
And he says in the presence of the host of heaven
“My beloved son, with whom I am well pleased!”