This is a story of a runaway with no way home and no way out. I threw the best of me away, I had my chance it’s too late now. Too far gone and too ashamed to think that you’d still know my name. But, love refused to let my story end that way. You didn’t wait for me to find myself to you, you came running after me when anybody else would have turned and left me at my worse. Love moved first.
What kind of grace, relentless grace would chase this rebel down. Crawl into this prisoner’s cage take my hand and pull me out. You knew I couldn’t make the change, so you became the change in me and now I live to tell the story of the God who rescues.
From the throne to the manger. From the manger to the cross. Your cross is proof loved moved first. From a grave meant to keep you to a stone rolled away. I remember where you found me. I’m amazed at where I stand.