What is life—
If not lived in Christ?
What is life—
If all is for self?
What is life—
If wealth is the only gain?
What is life—
If it ends in condemnation?
I know the Light.
I know the Way, the Truth, the Life.
“Come unto Me,” He says,
“All ye heavy-laden,
And I will give you rest.”
They who have found Him—
Drink and drink again,
Yet the depths are endless,
The intimacy infinite.
I know the Christ who reigns,
Who sits upon His throne,
Yet stoops to draw men near—
As if we are somebody.
Who are we?
Mortal dust,
Yet called children.
Who are we?
Frail and fleeting,
Yet chosen,
Loved,
Redeemed.
Not by labor,
Not by striving,
But by faith,
By hope,
By believing—
We are children of God.
But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ. — Ephesians 2:4–5