I marvel at the miracle

I love this poem! Words by John V. Pearson

I marvel at the miracle
Of God's great love for me.
I try but cannot comprehend
And ask how this could be.
For I had left behind my God
And lost my way through sin.
Still God loved me and sent His Son
To lead me back to Him.

I wearied of my weaknesses
And trials filled my days.
I cried out, Lord, my burden's hard:
Is there no other way?
He said, I give men weaknesses
And if they come to me
I give them strength to overcome
And I will make them free.

I pled with God to shed his grace
And take away my sin.
He did and, yet, I turned away
And stumbled once again.
At last I knelt before His throne
And offered Him my soul.
He wept, then gave it back to me
Renewed, and washed, and whole.

I wonder at the grace divine
And power to redeem;
That Christ alone could overcome
And change eternity.
My thanks cannot sufficient be.
My praise is incomplete.
For all I pay, my debt remains
For God's great gift to me.