Our Only Hope

Our only hope,
Is underserved love;
Favor and blessing,
Bestowed from above.

For we are all rebels,
Against our High King.
We are guilty of crimes,
That deserve punishing.

In the beginning,
Yahweh created.
All persons and things,
Lived in peace unabated.

He walked with us,
In the cool of the day.
For to live with us,
Was the plan of Yahweh.

But pride leads to death,
And we were so led.
We rejected our King,
And believed a lie instead.

The lie we believed,
Went something like this,
“If Yahweh is obeyed,
Life’s best will be missed.

Submit ye not,
To the Creator above.
For how can He forbid;
Does He, you truly love?”

This was the test,
Of true love and faith.
Our forebears rejected,
What Yahweh had saith.

He warned them in love,
“Do not eat from this tree.
For the rest of this garden,
Is a gift to you from Me.”

But they didn’t listen,
And neither have we.
We all live as the rebels,
We have been born to be.

We enter this life,
With chains on our wrists.
We are all slaves of death;
There is none who resists.

Our only hope,
Is to be set free,
By the One who died,
For us on a tree.

The Lord Jesus Christ,
The unique Son of God,
Paid our debt for sin,
And at first this sounds odd.

We do not deserve,
His mercy and grace.
But the High King desires,
To show us His face.

He loves and adores us;
He wants to restore,
Us to life with Him,
Like we had before.

Before we fell,
This world was a dream.
A sweet taste of heaven,
Perfect, beautiful and pristine.

Our only hope,
To return to our King.
Is to accept His free pardon,
Earned through His own suffering.

Come now to Jesus;
He is waiting for you.
Though we do not deserve Him,
His love for us is true.