Summer 1991

Father ...
Joan Ford
Pinecrest Staff

Father, ...
How could you send your Son to die
For such poor wretched souls as I;
And low within a grave to lie?

My child, ...
How could I but look on
And see mankind with sin so torn;
So hopeless, bound, distressed, forlorn?

Father, ...
He was Your delight,
Ever with You, joy in Your sight;
Full of power, wisdom, might.

My child, ...
My love so boundless, rare
Exposed my heart so filled with care
for Adam's race bowed in despair.

Father, ...
He was Thy Beloved.
How could You send Him from above
To know such depths, e'en though for love?

My child, ...
T'was love compelled Him to do so;
To come, to bow, to stoop so low;
To condescend, man's plight to know.

Father, ...
Such love I cannot comprehend,
Such love which did Your Jewel send,
Such love which is beyond all ken.

My child, ...
I came within My Son
That all mankind to Me might come.
T'was for this reason all was done.

And many sons, once dead in sin
I raised to life anew with Him!

Then Father, ...
To You I gladly come
And bow the knee to Your dear Son
This King of love, Thy Holy One.

And there my heart will ever quest
To know this Love, Your very Best
Who came, my soul from sin to wrest.

And from my heart will e'er be raised
A jubilant song of grateful praise
To Wondrous Love thru all my days.

And when on earth my days are through
This son I'll sing as if t'were new,
Of Wondrous Love, My God, to You!