The sentiments and longings
From my soul that I rehearse
Sometimes fall in fashioned lines
Of scanning, rhyming verse,
And though it may not be fine art
A poem forms in mind, from heart.
The words I pen just form themselves
From deepest soul expression,
A pouring out, a rich desire,
That springs right up from blessing,
Though seeming literary poverty
The poem is a part of me.
But just today I heard a phrase
That shook me to the core.
The lit-er-al translation
From God’s most Holy Law.
Its in Ephesians 2 verse 10,
A well-known verse to God’s ‘workmen’.
For “we” (and that means “You and I”)
Are known by God to be
His very own dear workmanship,
And that means literally
“For WE ARE GOD’S OWN POEM” – Wow,
What truth does that one phrase bestow.
A poem from the heart of God?
The Mighty One in Three,
The Creator of the Universe,
The Shining Majesty,
A Poem from Great God above?
A rich outpouring of His Love?
His workmanship, His making,
As a Potter with his clay,
An artist with his canvas,
What does this truth convey?
A Glorious, Thrilling Mystery,
So great in its intensity.
A mystical conception,
Christ Jesus formed in me,
Adopted for eternity,
Into His family,
With all who do to God belong,
HIS POEM. YES. HIS JOYFUL SONG!
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