One Thing I Know

I do not know why Christ should care,

Why He should leave His home so fair,

Take on Himself such poverty,

To make me rich, eternally.

I do not know why He should take

A cross on Calvary for my sake,

Nor why for me a crown of thorn

Upon His blessed head was worn.

I’ll never, never comprehend

That love that makes Him call me friend,

That hides my past beneath the sea

And makes by grace a saint of me!

‘Tis all in Christ, all that I need,

No other righteousness I plead.

One thing I know: Christ touched my soul,

No other touch could make me whole.

By Barbara C. Ryberg