Who’d Hear?

I took a step; no light was seen,
And tumbled towards a grave.
The cry I made there in the dark;
Who’d hear? I wept enslaved.

My sin, the dirt in which I burrowed
As deep a hole I made;
T’was not for Christ who rescued me,
T’was not for Christ who saved,
The stench of my iniquity…
Would still be here today.