Oh, the helpless and hopeless plight of I,
That I was born dead and not alive,
Forth from the womb was I
Dead in trespass and dead am I
As I follow the prince of air
Dead men choose not life, nor breathe air,
New life is given, not chosen
When dead, man’s choice is frozen.
By nature, by birth, I am like the rest of mankind
No good in me, no good will you find
Oh, the sad state of my soul beneath,
The weight of sin crushing me underneath
The wrath of a good and holy God
Thank goodness for verse four: “But God”
But God, being rich in mercy, He saved me
Though I was His enemy, he loved me
Oh, what a great love with which we are loved,
We once the children of God’s wrath,
Now the children of His great love,
Birthed forth by a blood spattered cross love
Upon which Christ received the wrath.
Oh thank you Lord for verse four,
If not for it, upon me, your wrath would pour
Thank you God for what Paul jotted down
For in all the Bible no better word than this is found…
But….
But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ…
