A poem for the Carpenter
30 Mar 2016 |
If there are words for Him then I don’t have them. See my brain has not yet reached the point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God.And my lungs have not yet developed the ability to release a breath with enough agility to breathe out the greatness of His Love. And my voice, see my voice is so inhibited , restrained by human limits that it’s hard to even sing the praise up, you see, if there are words for Him, then I don’t have them.My God, His Grace is remarkable, mercies are innumerable, strength is impenetrable, He is honourable, accountable, favourable. He’s unsearchable yet knowable, indefinable, yet approachable, indescribable, yet personal. He is beyond comprehension, further than imagination, constant through generations, King of every nation, but if there are words for Him, then I don’t have them. You see my words are few to try and capture the ONE TRUE GOD, using my vocabulary will never do, but I use words as an expression, an expression of worship to a Saviour, a Saviour who is both worthy and deserving of my praise, so I use words.My heart extols the Lord, blesses His Name forever. He has won my heart, captured my mind, and has bound them both together. He has defeated me in my rebellion, conquered me in my sin, He has welcomed me into His presence, completely invited me in. He has made Himself the object of my sight, flooding me with mercies in the morning, drowning me with Grace in the night, but if there are words for Him, then I don’t have them. But what I do have is GOOD NEWS, for my God knew that manmade words would never do, for words are just tools that we use to point to the truth.
-an excerpt from the poem 'Jesus Forever' by Kari Jobe.