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
Absolutely loved this! :-D I am assuming you wrote this...right? How awesome!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Bethany! Just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks Gabriela and Cryslyn! Yes, I wrote it. :)
ReplyDeleteYou have left me speechless, dear Bethany! The words that you have written are beautiful and very touching. The last three sentences brought tears to my eyes - oh, what a magnificent God we serve and the love He pours upon us is such a precious gift.
ReplyDeleteThank you for blessing my evening. Enjoy the remainder of your week :)
Amen! God is good! Thanks, and may the Lord continue to bless you also with a great week!
ReplyDeletea very beautiful, heartfelt writing!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Debbie!
ReplyDeleteHappy Late birthday! I found out about your birthday on Sarah Margarete's blog :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Abigail! :)
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