In the deep anguish of my soul, I call to You and You are there.
I may be just a speck of nothing in all of existence, and yet You listen to my cries.
I have nothing to offer You except for a willing heart, because nothing I can do would ever amount to something significant or worthy enough for the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
I am like a grain of sand in an endless desert, and yet You think about me.
What is love like this, that You stop to talk to me when I am crying, that You come to tell me that I am Your child.
How could I ever deserve this?
I may be just a speck of nothing in all of existence, and yet You listen to my cries.
I have nothing to offer You except for a willing heart, because nothing I can do would ever amount to something significant or worthy enough for the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
I am like a grain of sand in an endless desert, and yet You think about me.
What is love like this, that You stop to talk to me when I am crying, that You come to tell me that I am Your child.
How could I ever deserve this?
