"How"

How can I stand before You,
And point my finger in blame.
When all I did was mock You,
I feel so ashamed.

How can I use Your name so freely,
Yet ignore the calling of Your voice.
When You hung and died on the cross,
For which You made that Your choice.

How can You continue to love me,
And forever call me Your son.
When all I do is rebel,
And foolishly do the things I've done.

How can this life before You,
Be worth so much weight in gold.
When its Your life that was priceless,
In which You had to be sold.

How can I ever understand,
The things You've done for me.
For You gave Your life,
And so shall it be.