The act of God so gracious?
Was it by chance, that a man prophesied,
Centuries ago, on a cross to die?
How can it be, that He saw me,
Even while I was a sinner?
How did He know, all I ever did,
Unless He Himself is Creator?
Who would live a life of obedience,
Just at the end to death be lost,
Then rise again, on the third day,
And to heaven, pave the way?
Who would preach love,
But by creation mocked,
Yet still live a life unswayed?
Then when returned,
Send a Helper to us,
Leaving no hearts unsurveyed.
He cares for us, from eternity to eternity,
Though we are like waves in oceans tossed,
This is why, I believe,
In the Saviour on the cross.
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