O God, who set the stars in sky above,

     who fashioned earth by a stalwart, strong hand

     how might You Lord bestow a gaze of love?

    Or how could I begin to rise from where I stand?

   A chasm lies too steep for graceless child to reach

   Your heights. I thought my dirty rags would do

   to gain reprieve from fate that's dealt to each

  still chained, apart, and gone, from Mighty You.

  I cannot mount the path. I bend my knee

  and ask, if then, this way, I cannot take,

 will You come for me, answer urgent plea

 to reach my heart with love and chasm break?

 And heed you gave the voice with which I cried.

 For me You gave Your only Son who died.