From within the darkness,

 I hear Him calling my name,

Yet I do not answer,

 for my head hangs heavy with shame.

Still He calls, still He pleads

 for His love is greater than my faults

His strength more than enough,

To meet all my earthly needs.

Yet, I listen still as he calls my name

Still, I turn my face,

from His voice that calls.

For I know where I have been,

And grieve what I have done.

Even still, He calls my name.

Alas, broken and worn,

I answer him

“Here am I Lord, here am I”

 J. Allen Wilson © 2003