Power
by Paul Purdayhttps://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/PaulPurdayPaintings?ref=seller-platform-mcnav
The thirst for power is the aim of man
Clutching the throat of blind but willing people
A grasp that's even found within the steeple
Like eagles' claws, the way that eagles can.
There is another power that cannot be
The same as in mankind. This strength is showing
A different strength that is beyond our knowing
Greater than anything that we can ever see.
The power of weakness, God's amazing way
Where flowing wounds and pinioned arms are leaving
The stamp of love upon our hearts though grieving
That we like feckless sheep have gone astray.
The open tomb, the open heaven now
His rising and our rising too, in power
Beyond all others, the wonder of that hour
A symphony of praise, to Him we bow.
This Man who humbly knelt upon His knees
And feet would wash, His Grace was celebrating
With freshness of His kingdom activating
A diametric power upon the breeze.
A Man led to the slaughter, God's stricken Lamb
To know the power of man's vindictiveness
Would demonstrate the power of His forgiveness
The Grace and Love of heaven's great I AM.
