Poetry

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Out-Boxed

If I put you in a box to figure you out
You would not fit
And the box would split

If I put you on a scale to know your worth
There would be none to compare
No, not anywhere!

If I could measure the seas
Then I could know your depth

And if I could hug the mountains
I would know your breadth

Your wisdom is unsearchable
Your counsel unattainable

You are the Most High God,
Ruler of men
The Ancient One

You dwell on high
You sit enthroned
Above all things

Yet you lowered yourself on to the earth,
Succumbed to a virgin birth
You exchanged your royalty and deity
For a stained humanity

On the cross you took my place
And paid in full my debt of sin

So I am free to live again
I who was lost,
Am home at last!
And for ever and eternity
I will dwell with the Blessed Trinity!

©2010 Ekua Bartlett-Mingle

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