The Story

The Story 

by Marissa Yost 

How my soul longs for you, Jesus, 

But all the world distracts. 

Recall to us the awe of Christmas 

And rev'rence of Your acts. 

Now I tell the greatest Story 

In words so rarely braved 

Of horrors done by all, ev'n me; 

of blessed love that saved: 

Deep in the dark, with hateful heart, 

And by my own cruel hands 

Nails pierced Your gentle infant heart, 

Yet You reached out Your hands. 

Ashamed, I bore that hopeless night; 

I dared not see Your face. 

Not I, but You then in bright light 

Arose with heartfelt grace. 

I thank You for Your gift most deep: 

You saved Your precious dust 

And not just me, but each lost sheep 

For this in You I trust. 

Before You to my knees I fall 

Bowed by weight of glory 

And thank You God of great and small 

For each redeem'd story.