The waiting

Love died for me when I didn’t even know it

Love died for me when I didn’t even know it

It prepared my price and paid in full

When I was oblivious to my penury

It bled before my blood cord was cut

And it breathed its last before I breathed my first

Why should someone die for a yet unborn skin?

How can love love so much

That it can include a baby within?

And now that I breathe, on borrowed time and air

What miracle allowed me to see

Blood shed on a tree just for me?

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me

You surround me, behind, before

Borrowed time, bartered life, breathing grace,

Live till life’s debt is no more

A sinner, saved by mercy and grace