Christ is sufficient in all things
You will never reach the end of His power
It expands past every obstacle before us
And makes the Devil to cower
You cannot swim to the bottom
Of His ocean of love and care
When you dive as deep as you can
More of His love will await you there
His holiness also is insurmountable
Every time you climb a bit higher
There will always be a crag to reach for
Just above where you aspire
His compassion is like an endless road
Though you walk, or jog, or sprint
It will stretch farther into the horizon
Where a glimpse of His Glory continues to glint
His atonement is perfectly circular
Encompassing us all around
From farthest east to yonder west
Our sins cannot be found
His Glory is like a great shining light
That will never grow dim or fade
And we will never see the end of its shine
Or sense the beginning of shade
Enough seems not the right word
Adequate also falls short
Sufficient is indeed what Christ is
Though in a way He seems more
Nothing else can fulfill purpose like Him
Everything else falls short in some fashion
But He will never reach the edge or end
Of His holiness, glory, or compassion
2 comments:
Well written, Allix. :)
I wish I could write poetry that well; I can hardly ever get lines to rhyme and not sound silly, non-flowing, etc.
Oh, and just in case you were wondering, I'm not a creeper - I'm Hannah's (farmgirlinflipflops) friend.
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