Soul Alone

I came to life alone and leave alone,
God’s own hand or some stork-like angel brought me,
in mother’s womb, my life was not my own,
though owned by God, how strange it was He sought me.

God seeks me though He never lost me, but
He gave His mighty gift of freedom to me,
by sin this power allowed my will to shut
Him out, and forced His mercy to pursue me.

What shall I say when God gives me His hand,  
my soul alone before my Trinity,
no one from life to join me where I stand
to face God fully as He looks at me?

You bring, O Lord, each person there before You,
may my lone soul then love You and adore You.

                   by Pete Voelz         4/3/15