Loved
When I have fallen farther than a star to the ocean depths When I am wrenched of all goodness and have nothing left Yet You lift me up and call me blest Can I do other than gratefully accept? When I have railed and cursed and called You names I've doubted, mistrusted, accused and blamed And You respond tenderly; forgetting my shame How can I think of You the same? When I have been hurt and my heart bleeds I vow to no longer care for others' needs Then You overwhelm me with Your peace How can I not give grace release? When I cry out and there You are Stilling my storms, walking my water Holding me safe in mighty arms How can I doubt I am still loved?