To Think that God Would Come
If you could live without earth’s pain
Where was no death or sorrow,
Would you return and choose to face
Life’s toil again tomorrow?
Where was no death or sorrow,
Would you return and choose to face
Life’s toil again tomorrow?
Yet God Himself became a man
To bear our shame and trouble,
To face temptation just like us
And find dreams turned to rubble.
Why did He come? He came to serve,
To seek and save the erring;
On our behalf He stooped to die,
Our sin debt freely bearing.
O love divine! To think that God
Would come to taste our sorrow
That He might offer life that lasts
Through every long tomorrow.
Christina Joy Hommes
