Chosen

A creature you are that slithers and writhes.
Don't turn away and think otherwise.
For when suddenly you turn to the echo of your voice
and see the mist your labor has formed,
when the lyrics you've prattled and the song you've danced
is the symphony of madness that has led your trance,
when the cheering crowd is the jeering of hell
and the roar of your strength is the mush of decay,
when the mirror reflects the dark shadow you cast,
and your mind is a chamber that holds you fast,
then is the day for your rejoicing!
For He has paralleled His holy gulf and His infinite grace
to the bottomless cavern of your sin and the vastness of your evilness.
And like a whirlwind with unknown speed
He'll show His might and salvation you need.
For there is only one remedy for you
only one Savior who can rescue evil hearts.
By His hand He'll rescue you, old man
from evil work done by your own hand.
But do not think He rescues once
'tis a lifetime of rescues He performs for you.
For you would surely fall from His care
if life were left in your small hand to bear.
So come to His light to His purifying blood
that cleanses daily your undoing.
Be washed from your sin and receive your healing
that you may be a vessel for His glory to be revealing.

sarah jones