The Lord hand picks the unworthy The outcasts, the needy The downtroden and filthy Drowning in despair Shaking in fear Staggering in sheer agony Wondering what just might be What life really means
His hand is upon the lost Those still imprisoned by their past The backslidden and fallen living in sin and lust Brewing with contempt and disgust Crumbling into dust Wondering if the Lord is just if they can ever come back
The face of the Lord shines upon Those who weep and bitterly mourn The Broken hearted and torn Who stay up until dawn Singing the burial song A chorus of whaling voices A choir of morbid faces Wondering what the next phase is
The Lord is gracious The Lord is kind The Lord will save us The lost sheep he will find His people are declared righteous Adopted, sealed and sighed Wonderfully and fearfully designed Chosen, before the beginning of time