In the quiet dead of night

In the quiet dead of night
I knelt down in agony before Thy sight
Thou art glorious in splendor and merciful indeed
When I had knelt how I wish to kneel lower still..
every time I seeketh Thee and gazed half way unto Thy face
see mine own is stained with guilt
tarnished with the human nature that is my own selfish sin
Then as I knelt faced down in benediction
see how arrogant am I- in guilt as I am...and in sinful affliction
my heart is stubborn...does it feel any conviction
to realise how important it is for it to feel genuine contrition?

See this great beast
who is in sight before Thee
I am suppose to be sheep but am so often a goat
I ram unto things because I am so angry and in anguish
in great echo, He waved His hands and all noise was vanquished

He looked at me sternly like a father would a son
to examine my conscience of the damage that's done
Then like summer rain it left as quick as it came
Took my hand fully and kissed them ...kissed them?

O Lord..what grace Thou giveth to me
when I am infirm with sin Thou still place Thy holy face to gaze upon me?
I am but a sinner, worth less than the soils
which Thy holy feet trod...Lord I am beneath the ground product of soil
I am not fertile nor fruitful...a seed which does not produce
still it is of importance that I seek Thy hands to heal me of these

See I am in anguish but by my own undoing
see how much of a fool am I...to fall so quickly to sin
The words which Thou hath engraved within the flesh of my soul

I am far from the nature of casting the shade of gold
I am not fit to be either silver nor bronze
I am just a sinner whose soul is tarnished by sin...
if Thou art willing...if Thou art willing, cleanse me of my sins...

Then the Lord Jesus Christ, whose stern face had soften...
for His anger is just for a moment...and His forgiveness is swift
He absolves ye of sin...and absolved ye forever...
lest ye stumble upon the same sinning pebble..then sin again ye...
but numerous even thy sins all the same
if thou just seek His forgiveness He will cleanse thee clean as the white snow of winter
as pure as the light of dawn which hangs every day

In His gentle voice hear ye
with thy heart not just thy ears
for when the Lord speaketh
His voice is heard through the heart

And upon ye saint...Thy maketh our souls to perk our ears
Saint Paul saith unto the Romans...through the echo of Thy voice...for in Thy voice great wisdom vibrates...
Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.