Rooted: a poem
Holy and steadfast
High and true
How great is His love for you;
Deep and wide,
high and long,
Forever He sings His love song;
Honor and favor,
your infinite Grace,
established as we peer into Your glorious Face.
Naked and ugly,
twisted and scarred,
He chose death so He could be our rear guard.
Holy and chosen
We then became
Even though weak and lame.
His dwelling in hearts
through faith eternal,
we are His living journal.
Flowing and overflowing,
surpassing all other knowledge,
roots growing in love,
together with power.
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