I am lower than the lowest of the lows.
What have I done?
So far I am deserving of His grace;
He is so good,
and I’m so far away.
Yet still He draws me deeper every day.
Deep in the ground,
A hell on earth is what I have created for myself.
Yet He forgave–
bent down, reached out, and made me well.
So this, in the end, is all I can say,
He gave me grace,
when I should be in hell.