Perfection

I see perfection: the cry of beauty.

I see perfection: the crown of thorns?

I see perfection: the long sought for goal.

I see perfection: a sword-pierced side to nations shown?

I see perfection: the love of God.

I see perfection: the agony of a dying man?

I see perfection: Jesus Christ, He, and He alone loves me so.

I see perfection: 'tis perfection, 'tis greatest love.

I see Jesus, beaten, dying, and alone.

And what have I, what am I, that He should love me so?

What am I, that He would call my name?

What am I that my Savior, bruised and beaten, should make me His own?

© 2009 Bethany Carson