You saw worth
where there was none.
You gave the ultimate gift.
You made worth
where there was none.
You came to heal the rift.
How can I thank You enough?
What can I do?
There's no sacrifice,
no gift,
no treasure,
that can compare
with the gift
of You.
You saw me
through Your love.
There's no other way.
Out of love
You gave Your Son.
The ultimate price to pay.
Blood.
Pain.
Tears fell from Your eyes.
Love.
Gain.
You strove to get the prize.
The grief I feel
will never compare.
Your anguish will always win.
My bruises and scrapes
are nothing like Yours.
You lost Your skin.
How am I worth that?
I'm nothing,
can't You see?
You see it all.
Everything.
And still You love me.
Such a wonderful love,
a glorious gift.
Thank you will not suffice.
This requires sacrifice.
Me.
Myself.
I.
This I give.
YOU ARE READING
Hallelujah
RandomA collection of my poems written in worship of God the Father and our Lord Jesus Christ throughout my childhood and into my teen and adult years. Compiled as I found them in my many, many journals; no particular order to the poems.
