Fascinating read. It made me think of this:
When Hope was not My Due
You are the Maker of all things
The Power of all ends
The Master of all time
The Song the morning star sings
All hope begins in You
All grace is Yours to show
All love is but Your name
By faith Your plans renew
Morning heeds Your order
Dawn is shown its place
Might shakes out the wicked
As morning holds its border
Who am I in all of this
Simply one of billions
Insignificant by compare
A mere drop in life’s abyss
How could I hope for me alone
The stars would stop and tremble
When angels cried as mercy sang
As Perfection’s wounds atone
How precious I must be
In the eyes of the King
That sacrifices all
For the least and least is me
How can I say thank You
When thanks is not enough
He bowed to me when I should bow
He yielded all that I could hope
When hope was not my due
Copyright 2002 Timothy Delasandro