His Everlasting Gift

When, at the tender thought of you and me

Without a spotless lamb to sacrifice

When, at the knowing what our doom would be

Without a Savior’s blood to pay sin’s price

When, at the awesome horror of it all

As He beheld our doleful frames of dust

Convicted since the woe of Adam’s fall

To sweat and toil, to pain and greed and lust

Then He, with comprehension of our fate

And visage of timeless eternity

Left Heaven to become for us the Gate

A Ransom to set curs-ed captive free

While theologians and doubters debate

They cannot alter His Supremacy

He died to set us free and yet we choose

In spite of His death for humanity

To enslave ourselves if we refuse

The gift His offering purchased on that Tree

We cannot save ourselves and on the Cross

He did not need to save Himself; this Lamb

Suffered and died and rose again because

He IS Alpha, Omega and I AM

No earthly force can comprehend or quell

The will and might of Heaven’s Majesty

And none the tenure of His thought can tell

As we groan beneath hate’s insanity

His Love is not diminished; death and hell

Have not conquered His divine Deity

We cling not to the feeble boasts of flesh

For what a man is dies with his last breath

And none can defy, evade or reject

Eternity; the mystery in death

But we cling to the written Word of God

For what He said will surely come to pass

Our flicker of existence on this sod

Is a brief season like wild-bloom or grass

Yet, whosoever has believed in Him

Will not perish though dust returns to dust

The gift of God, when this wee life grows dim

Reveals at last the Image of our trust

As face to face we touch the nail-scarred Limb

And fall to worship He who so loved us

© Janet Martin