Poetry

Ever glorious is our God, the One,
Who imagined and birthed the universe,
of planets, stars, black holes, dust
and these silly, clay dolls filled…
with His natural, Life-giving breath;

who would discern that His delight,
was to play into the mud, getting
His hands dirty with some earth?
Or that the roadway to Him, is
driven with the vehicle of Death.

Ever glorious is our God, the One
Who is shrouded in the mystery of
Love’s embodiment; secure of Himself,
He allowed the goodness of creation
to be tainted by the ugliness of sin;

despite the bad decisions of Man,
His divine forgiveness and sacrifice
were offered without any hesitation;
and now we’re faced with the choice
that allows us… to humbly enter in.
 
 
 
Author notes

Inspired by:
Rom 11:36; Psa 72:19; Gen 3;
John 3:16; Deu 30:19; Rev 14:7

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.