His gentle finger frustrate man’s design
For we see only fringes of His thought
Where nature’s petal-miracles align
With tempest tossing our dreams to naught
The schemes of our feigned humility
The crass rebellion of our stubborn pride
Can never alter His Supremacy
Or dis-annul the rivers from His side
Pouring to set the captive sinner free
He drank the gall of death for you and me
Look, look; redemption’s Lamb the Father chose
Is His own Darling; oh, how can it be
That He who formed the trillium and the rose
Offers Himself to die on Calvary?
Where mobs assault with ignorance, the grace
Of sin-chains loosed; death crushed beneath the flood
Of scarlet hope; they spit upon the face
Veiled red with teardrops from the Son of God
He died; the Savior of
humanity
What greater thing than this
can any boast?
The King of kings clothed in
meekness dust-wrought
Suffered even to death love’s
uttermost
His Mystery frustrates our groping
thought
That He who breathed to
being galaxies
Did not keep His Beloved at
His side
But saw beyond the cross’s
agonies
The intercession of the
justified
Oh Lord, no greater love
will ever be
Than Jesus Christ who sets
the sinner free
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