Nothing but a Feeble Saint : Opening

Who am I? I am the dust that the wind picketh up, and goes where the wind listeth. I am here today, and gone tomorrow. In me there is no good thing. My flesh rebels against it's Maker. I am but an evil thing. Sin has touched every part of my being. I am totally depraved. I am God hating. Spiritually dead, I have made war with God through my mind and my works. I sought glory for myself. I sought to live for myself. I purposed my life to exist for the reason of my own selfish end. That was I. I was lost. But it was then that I finally understood when someone said:

Intense the agony--
When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see;
When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again;
The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.

And in that lostness. In the realization of the bondage to my sin. God has awakened me to the fact that I am utterly condemned. For God being holy and just, perfect and sovereign, it was just right that He would do away with such a wretch like me who has never done anything but evil and hate him since my coming into this world. Just was His verdict, guilty was my plea, there was no escaping the fact that Hell is to be my eternity.

But o, I could not understand why... why, aside from my wretchedness, my evil, my lostness and hate, He still chose to shine His eyes upon me. Despite the darkness that I loved, the devil that I served, the God of Creation still chose to love me. He chose to Save me. He looked upon the deadness of my soul and gave me life. He looked upon my sin, and instead of wretchedness, He saw the perfection of His Son. It is more than my heart can ever bear, the gratitude I have for God. From the Hell that was for me, He gave His only Son.

I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.