How oft have I betrayed my Lord
with feigns of love in deed and word
While in my cold and calloused heart
I held myself from Him apart

How sore I tread upon His grace
And played the part with double face
And every gracious call I spurned
As He did bid me to return

‘Twas His sweet love broke through my shell
And saved me from eternal hell
And rescued me from death’s dark door
And gave me life and peace and more

I’m amazed when looking back I see
How great the Savior’s love for me
It’s beyond my understanding why
He cared for such a wretch as I

May all of my remaining days
Be spent in humble, thankful praise
To Christ my Savior, God and Friend
Who loves His own unto the end

—by Vicki Baird