The Son of Man, abandoned, alone,
Bore sins and suffered for all;
And I upon my bed lie prone—
Why was man allowed to fall?
For time untold I embraced the dark,
And fled the revealing light;
Then Jesus came and left his mark,
And rescued me from the night.
I sleep to rest, with naught to fear,
The quiet around me wrapped;
God’s angels guard from heaven’s sphere,
Where all my treasures are kept.
Man free to choose, required to leave
The garden’s safe confines—
In my repose, I best believe
The Cross most brightly shines.