By Evelyn Harrington
How did you find me, God?
How long did You call before I heard?
Did you know how much I need You—
How much my soul needed to be stirred?
How can You hear me, God,
Understand these muddled cries for guidance?
How do you recognize my voice,
Even when I pray in silence?
Why do You choose to see me, God,
As something I am not,
As beautiful and holy,
Righteous without spot?
How can You still love me, God,
After I compelled You to the cross?
After my sins pierced right through You,
Made you suffer every loss?
Why are You so wonderful, God,
Why can I know your name?
Jesus, my gracious Redeemer,
My soul is why You came.
The Judson Mosaic 