Marked by God, am I?
Plagued for love, I only cry.
It’s not the right I have; it’s the way.
It’s for my sin, the price I pay.
Washed away by flowing blood.
What’s the reason we abuse His love?
God is all and all is He.
Why the plague of misery?
He’s the answer; He’s the way.
God is the only thing to say.
We give Him praise; we give Him shame.
When all else fails, we’re to blame.
Written by Gail Brookshire