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