He's Love

The beauty of poetic word
Ascribes to Him His countless worth.
It echoes in the mind, now heard,
He came in flesh, a child at birth.

How is it that He loved us so?
For we are creatures made by Him.
This one whose life does ever glow!
His brilliant light we often dim.

He, who's standing beyond this realm,
He but spoke, and all life was made.
The power in Him calls the elm,
More precise than the sharpest blade!

His word flung stars too far out posts,
And by that word there then came light!
He stops the ocean waves - their boast.
He separates the light from night!

Nine million miles from sun to earth!
His place is outside time, you know.
Yet we, who sin, to Him are worth?
This universe, His renowned glow!

Who are we that we should matter,
His love - how deep, how high, and wide!
We, with lips that lie and flatter??!
But now He calls us to His side!

Those nails in feet and hands, I cry!
My sin, He took and this is why -
That I should live with Him, not die!
His death, my soul, will ever buy.

1 John 4:8b ...because God is love.
!!! He's LOVE !!!