The beauty of poetic word
they echo in my mind, now heard.
Ascribes to Him His countless worth,
who came in flesh, a child at birth.
How is it that He loved us so,
The one whose life does ever glow!?
For we are creatures made by Him.
His glorious light we often dim.
The one who stands beyond this realm,
by power in Him He calls the elm.
He but spoke and all was made!
With precision sharper than blade!
His word flung stars too far out posts,
And stopped the ocean waves, their boast.
With just a word there came light!
He separated dark from bright!
Nine million miles from sun to earth,
Yet we who sin too Him are worth?!
His place is outside time you know.
This universe His glorious glow.
Who are we that we should matter
with lips that lie and often flatter??!
His love, how deep, how high, how wide!
Yet He calls me to His side??!
Those nails in feet and hands, I cry!
My sin He took and this is why -
I John 4:8b God is Love