I do not ask to flee.
I'm accumulated of amalglation of breaking points
That I would ever be ashamed
To write the glories of your name,
Because they seem boring-
Compared to some.
But how can YOU be boring?
The older I get the bigger You are
Dim and glowing, a distant star
You are brighter, still, by far,
Than I.
I get the invitation to come an rest
In relationship, better, best
Than and of all the world could provide.
I come close Savior,
I gleefully die.
For there is nothing in me,
That is worth redeeming-
BUT o the Joy in my heart,
When I saw that Christ
Set me apart
And gave Himself up for ME!
Weak and savage
He set me free.
So I do not ask to flee,
From the Cross,
That stands before me.