You wrote love in the sky, hanging, dripping with blood.

                You sent thunder and lightning, rain poured in a flood

                To break down my cages and wash away sin’s mud.

Your Satan-crushing death sent my bars shattering,

                And you stand in their breach, open hands beckoning;

                Yet I shrink to the corner, in filth huddling.

Your voice whispers gently, but I block up my ears.

                Refusing to listen and replying through tears:

                “It’s not fair, I’m worthless, I deserve to be here!”

“But I love you, made you, you were worth it to me.”

                ‘Mazed, I look up, is there a possibility

                That I could be cleansed, that I could ever be free?

“I’d go with you, stay beside you, be where you are.

                Yet know if I stumble, that I’d crawl away far,

                Back to my self-‘flicted cages, back to these bars.”

“I know, but I will come, and I’ll follow you in.

                I’ll embrace you, hold tight, and rescue you again.

                For you’re my own sheep, and my love ‘whelms any sin.”

And so I will follow him, place my hand in his;

                My hand in my lover’s, full of the joy he gives.

                Behind are broke-down cages; now with him, I live.