Who are we men that made our God die so?
Who is this God that loves us through such pain?
What is this love that we can barely know?
What is this sin we did and still maintain?
We men are great, made in Your image here,
You, God, almighty in Your power there,
Your love brings goodness, truth and beauty near,
but since You’re perfect, our sin brings despair.
Yet sin so bad is still by You forgiven,
and love so great can still be shared by grace,
and we, though broken, still can merit heaven,
and You, though hidden, still display Your face.
Sin fogs my mind from knowing each mystery,
Your love so blinding shows them clear to me.
by Pete Voelz 8/15/14
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