The Gap of God

The gap between God’s heaven and my soul
is only bridged by His tremendous love,
how can I make God’s Paradise my goal,
to lift, unworthy I, my eyes above?

My sins are Scarlet, said Isaiah once,
they cause a great celestial gap to grow,
lept only by His Hound of Heaven who hunts
with mercy great so they’ll no longer show.

How perfect all appear in Paradise,
the problem is to get from here to there,
though no perfection’s clear before our eyes,
a perfect God lurks near me everywhere.

Your presence, mercy, love, Lord, fill the gap,
that’s gone when You close hold me on Your lap.

                       -- by Pete Voelz       10/4/12