Miracle of Praise

How can the heart of a filthy wretch

Be the throne of a perfect King?

How can this house of whores

Become the house of the Lord?

How can a broken man

Praise his Maker’s hand?

How can unclean lips meet

A perfect Savior’s perfect feet?

How can death-hindered man raise

Sin-laden arms in deepest of praise?

How can the Mighty Almighty,

That Warrior fighting,

Surrender to condescend

To man, to hinder his definite end?

Our Maker, our Master, our King,

Died to give us everything.

I don’t know these things, my Lord,

But I will worship, I will adore.

My heart of stone is on the floor.

Let me worship you a little more,

Just a little while more.

-Austin Ward
9/18/05