I cannot sing to his holiness
but I can sing to his mercy.
I cannot stand, for lowliness.
Before him I am uncleanliness,
which should condemn and curse me.
It was love that sought and found me.
It was grace put its arms around me.
I cannot sing to his holiness
but I can sing to his mercy.
Forgiveness received, how withhold it?
Those needing to hear must be told it:
God yearns for you immensely,
the chooser waits to be chosen,
come alive with the one arisen.
I cannot sing to his holiness
but I can sing to his mercy.
-HJ July 12, 2010