Chase

“If not,” I wonder, where now would I be?
If not for all Your thunder and Your tiresome, meddling Grace;
If not, if You could only set me free.

If not for our apostate tendency;
If not for the unspeakables that I read in her face
If not, I wonder where now we would be.

If not were I anchored in your shoreless sea;
If not, if only that gulf of years could I erase;
If not, if you could please just set me free.

If not so brightly shone His light on me
If not, lit only by the stars could I her path retrace?
If not, I wonder then where I would be.

If not, if Your love weren’t a guarantee;
If not, then I would still be run down by this worldly chase.
But if not, then only You can set me free.

If not by my own dirt-stained hand I bleed,
If not, I rise and fall, filled with His breath always.
“If not,” I wonder, where now would I be?
If not, if You could only set me free.