What Thrust Me Into The Light?

What thrust me into the light? Opened my heart like a ripe quince Sweetened; my soul like a fig. Snapped my body; like a green bog myrtle twig. Was it you my Lord or was it you, my God What was it waiting in that darkened forest? Waiting for me to wander to its hearts edges To climb through its bleeding privets Through that thorny hedge of my own, defences. Was it you my Lord or was it you, my God Even now, Lord, I'm neither too hot nor cold To fall into that throat of despair And linger there without hope. To float in Moses' basket be found out not drown. Was it you my Lord or was it you, my God Was it you who left me outlawed abroad? Who sent word for me my Lord God?