let me inquire of the Lord,
for O! is His silence jarring to my senses.
Ten times ten times ten times
did I call out to Him from the place of my sin.
And every time His answer was the same:
Yet even more times has His mercy reached my
knees, rising until I drowned in it.
Even more times has He picked me up from my filth,
naked and spent,
unable to hide and too frail to run.
I’ve run from You,
O Keeper of my salvation.
O, how I have departed!
I have longed for Your death, that I
may take my inheritance now,
impatient son that I am.
But ten times ten times ten times
have you sought me out in the valley of the dead,
taking me from my place of sin
to Your hill of resurrection.