While were we mucking about

While were we mucking about
In the schemes of our own
Found pleasure

Not far off were thee
Hanging upon
The tree

Thy price was payed
While we disdained
In our sins remained

And in the ground
While we lost
Were scattered round

And forth
The day
In victory

That some may come
And follow thee

For once were lost
And found
Are we

By grace
Here found
In Him

Who died
Our death
Deserved
In sin

And bridged
The chasm
Wrought
By men

And brought
Them home
To life
Again

-Joshua Lee Foist