The Pit of Despair

From the pit of despair I called to You,
And Lord, You harkened to my cry.
To the sound of my groaning, near, You drew;
Your steadfast love for me is why.

As I, in the muck, sputtered and wept,
Jesus, You hastened unto me.
You descended and into the mire leapt,
To give Your life and set me free.

I wallowed in a prison of my own making;
For my sin I deserve to die.
But Your loving heart for me was aching,
So, humbly You descended from on High.

To pay my ransom You suffered and bled;
The cup of holy wrath, to the dregs, You drained.
A crown of thorns adorned Your head,
That us, back from death, might be obtained.

Lacerated, bloodied and buried;
You were, for three days, dead in the tomb.
But from You, the dark fled and scurried,
When alive, You rose up out of the gloom.

You devoured our sin, and death, defeated;
Christ, You are the conquering slain Lamb.
By You, salvation’s work is completed;
You are the one true great I Am.

Jesus, there is no one like You;
You’re the uncreated Maker of all.
Every word from Your mouth is true,
And at Your feet we were made to fall.

You raise us up from the ash heap,
Comfort and cleanse us of sin.
Though in this world we may weep,
One day we’ll, Your kingdom, enter in.

Every tear will be wiped away;
We’ll never again know sorrow or pain.
You’ll give us bodies that never decay,
We’ll forever live and love in Your domain.

All glory be unto You Lord;
You’ve risen from the dead.
Through faith in You life is restored,
And we’ve nothing to fear or dread.