That I Might Go Free
by Ruth Bell Graham

There are no depths 

to which I have gone 

or to which I could go, 

but Thou, in Thy fathomless 

mercy and love, 

didst still sink below, 

plumbing the depths 

for a sin-ruined heart 

indifferent to Thee; 

draining the dregs 

of God’s holy wrath 

that I might go free.    

This poem is taken by permission from Sitting by My Laughing Fire, by Ruth Bell Graham, ©1977 The Ruth Bell Graham Literary Trust.