Wednesday, March 28, 2018

The Maker of the Universe

It is once again that  time of year where we remember the One who left His place in glory to come and offer Himself as the ultimate sacrifice on behalf of man -- His death for our life. 
For those of us who were born into Christian homes and have grown up with the Esther story it is easy to take it for granted.
I came across a poem that stirred me to my depths and filled me anew with awe for what God, in His infinite love and mercy did for me.

***The Maker of the Universe ***

The Maker of the Universe,
As Man, for man was made a curse.
The claims of Law which He had made,
Unto the uttermost He paid.

His holy fingers made the bough,
Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow.

The nails that pierced His hand were mined,
In secret places He designed.

He made the forest whence there sprung,
The tree on which His body hung.

He died upon a cross of wood,
Yet made the hill on which it stood.

The sky that darkened o’er His head,
By Him above the earth was spread.

The sun that hid from Him its face,
By His decree was poised in space.

The spear which spilled His precious blood,
Was tempered in the fires of God.

The grave in which His form was laid,
Was hewn in rocks His hands had made.

The throne on which He now appears,
Was His from everlasting years,
But a new glory crowns His brow,
And every knee to Him shall bow!
The Maker of the universe.

**** Written by F.W. Pitt,  a British pastor (1859-1943)