Mining

“He opens shafts in a valley away from where anyone lives; they are forgotten by travelers; they hang in the air, far away from mankind; they swing to and fro.” Job 28:4

He sought me out in valley far
Where ne’er a man had gone.
There He plunged, His body marred,
He hung in darkness - God's light, the Son.

He set His love - oh, can it be?
He came, He dug, He gave, He dove
The awful depths to draw out me
From veins of sin that I had wove.

In darkness plunged in rocky tomb
In silence hung in certain doom.
Embraced abandon, He chose the grief,
Bloodied hung, a common thief.

But there He stayed and tender prayed,
“My God, my God” and quiet swayed.
The light of God extinguished soft
An awful cost to find the lost.

He came to seek and save those lost,
He mined out careful a stone He knew.
He rose rejoicing, He’d paid my cost,
He from dusty pebbles His jewel drew.