Monday, August 25, 2014

Oh, Thou Most Holy God

Oh, Thou who madest all
And with Word didst create
There is no white-washed wall
Where Thy gaze penetrates

Oh, Thou who seekest all
To bring into Thy fold
With patient, pleading call
Beckoning young and old

Oh, Thou who gavest all
Upon a cruel tree
To save us from The Fall
For all eternity

Oh, Thou who lovest all
Beyond what we can see
Postponing that Last Call
So all might come to Thee

Oh, Thou most Holy God
Awesome and powerful
We cannot grasp with thought
The wonder of it all

© Janet Martin

 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. John 1:1

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