I was in a prison,
too miserable to bear,
but You called me out,
when I didn’t even know I was there,
You brought me through the fire,
to test my merit and my worth.
I am now a heap of ashes,
ready for Your work.
It is the lowly you will make great,
the lofty You’ll cast down,
not a thousand oceans deep
can quench the joy I’ve found.
You are the anchor that sustains me,
You are the promise to which I cling.
It is only when I dwell on You,
That I find the peace Your presence brings.