Chosen

Chosen by the Lord above,
Called to walk into His love;
How could this grace, so rich and free,
Be given to someone like me?

This God is a holy Lord,
It says plainly in His word.
If in His presence there's no sin,
How can I hope to walk with Him?

Now enters the blood of Christ--
God is also love and light!
"Christ died for all!" the Bible shouts.
Can truth pierce through my cloud of doubt?

"Why me?" I wonder often now--
"If God loves me, I'm not sure how;
Why would I be one He chose?
One He died for and then rose?"

Then He whispers sweet and low:
"Just because of love, you know.
It doesn't matter what you do,
I chose you 'cause I wanted to!"