This came to me as I lay in bed one night. I thought of verse six first, and came up with the others to go around it. I don’t think I’ve ever completed a poem that fast before.
I looked for shelter, and for rest,
Where I might keep my selfishness.
I wished to be changed, but not made new,
I looked for peace, and ran into you.
I turned from you, and tried to flee,
Yet all the ways were closed from me,
My works seemed like the works of hell,
And I found a wretch when I turned to self.
Despair clung fast, and weighed me down,
And all of Hades had gathered round,
Saying “Sin is great, and hope is lost,
So come with us, and feel the cost.”
And in the day I bowed my head,
“My hope is gone, and peace is dead.”
But in the time I most felt sin,
The darkness fled, and love came in.
I doubt I shrank, “How could it be,
That love had come to rescue me?”
I raised my head, fighting despair,
I looked toward love, and Christ was there.
I begged for bread, a feast He gave,
My chains to lessen, and he came to save;
I wanted tolerance, and heard Love’s call,
I searched for little, He gave me all.
I long not for the taste of sin,
More than enough I’ve found in Him:
And though I turn a thousand times,
Safe in His arms, my peace I find.