I looked at the world and the things that I saw
Were more than the theories of man could explain-
For soon it did seem that but chance guided all
And earthly endeavors were, therefore, in vain.
So then I considered this idol of chance,
How that I might better its service to me.
And not having learned from the things I'd observed,
I saw not that chance, which was naught, could not see.
Who am I? I wondered, and why am I here?
This was, as it were, to the wind. No one heard.
Despairing an answer, I chose to give up,
Cast down at the thought that I'd merely occurred.
And being convinced of how worthless I was,
I reckoned myself as completely undone.
Then God, in his mercy, considered my case
And chose to reveal him to me in his Son.
I looked at the cross and the love that I saw
Was more than the theories of man could explain-
For there God incarnate took all of my sin
That I, by his life, might his righteousness gain.
So then I considered this man Jesus Christ
How that I might serve him- my Lord and my King.
For when God has given his Son in my stead
I cannot refrain then his glory to sing.
Of what he has written, I grow into faith;
Of reading his Word, I will not be denied.
For through it the man who I am now has life
And he who I was I believe to have died.
Who am I? I know now. One chosen of God.
Yet, why this should be, I cannot understand.
So when I consider this, all I can say
Is thank you, God, thank you.