God
The other day on my drive to work, I put in an old Rebecca St. James CD, and a song that I began running in my head was “God.” The song really captures in poetry the glory and grandeur of an infinite God who condescends to fellowship with His creation. St. James sings,
He made the nightWe cannot reach God in our own accord. Can finite creatures really reach the infinite? God can, however, condescend to make Himself known to His creation in a way that mere finite creatures can understand. He is not so aloof that He takes no mind of man. Neither is He capricious, who treats His creation with disdain. Neither is He the only thing that exists. Rather, He is the God who enters into time and space in the person of Jesus Christ.
He made the day
Spread the earth upon the water
Make the heavens and the rain
Look at the sky, see its design
The very same creator is the one who gave us life
What is man that He’s mindful of us?
We’re merely clay in his hands
What am I that He loves me so much He would die
All that I can say is…
It’s God, truly God
Can you see, can you hear, can you touch, can you feel
It’s God, truly God
I can’t explain any other way cuz it’s God
Inside us all there is a void
All mankind is searching for the one who fills the soul
In Him there’s hope in Him there’s life
The world cries for a savior that’s right before their eyes
What is man that He takes us in as His children to be His own
And what are we that He wants to be our Father
All that I can say is…
Lord I praise you for your endless love
Your boundless grace
I stand here amazed…
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