by Pastor Mark W. Love
In our darkness, where we rightfully abide,
The Lord of life, would not leave us hide.
In our darkness, where we justly grope,
The Lord of life, would not leave us without hope.
In our darkness, where we sinners love to be,
The Lord of life, would not leave us there eternally.
In our darkness, bound by sin to remain,
The Lord of life, in our flesh gladly came.
In our darkness, caught in guilt’s mighty power,
The Lord of life, comes to his helpless natal hour.
In our darkness, held by the chains of pride,
The Lord of life, comes to begin his saving stride.
In our darkness, lost from the Lord and each other,
The Lord of life, comes with flesh as our brother.
In our darkness, rejected by the righteous law,
The Lord of life, comes wrapped in swaddling cloth.
In our darkness, cast forever into death,
The Lord of life, come to breath our life’s breath.
In our darkness, yes are we, and for a time shall dwell,
The Lord of life, has come to be our Immanuel.
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