I have been cast into pits,
Deep that I wouldn't reach God for help,
My brethren in Sin wouldn't care,
Instead they threw me and ensured I stay.
But Glory to God who
When I wouldn't reach Him high in Heaven,
He will come down on Earth
Low in my sins He'll stoop, As if Coming to Earth was not low enough!
He'll dirty himself!
He'll hold me by the hand and go:
"Where are your brethren who condemned you,
Do they know there's NO condemnation for them in Me,
Go and sin no more!"
Lifting my helpless self up,
The Deep dark pit.
Glory to God!