A Love So Deep
Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 2008
Jesus carved the way for us, denouncing claims of grandeur,
Born a pauper, born to die, not seeking fame or splendour.
Rejected by religious men, not honoured by His creatures,
Yet meekly Jesus carried on, the greatest of all teachers!
He had no home to call His own, though He owns earth and heaven,
He willingly set all aside to do His Father's bidding.
Who but the holiest, purest God has patience so unending?
And gives unto the weakest one a love so condescending?
Who constantly forgives the sins we daily bring before Him?
Who holds us in His loving arms, how could we not adore Him?
He, who knows our weakest frame, when led into temptation,
Will draw us from the path of sin to songs of exultation.
To comprehend a love so deep, we have no understanding;
Our finite mind could never grasp a virtue so demanding.
That's why it took a Holy God, the God of all creation,
To bear the burden of the sin that runs through every nation.
Try as we might, we'll always stray, we're easily persuaded,
The way of righteousness, it seems, is far too heavily shaded.
With sin and its attractiveness, the path is so entreating.
The revelation of its pain, is slight, almost receding.
But sin demands a certain toll, a payment is required,
The bright lights only last so long, they're fake, they're not inspired.
The colour of eternal grace, the truth that shines forever,
Cannot be dimmed by earthly vice, nor through some man's
endeavor.
When Christ proclaimed this plan of love, His blood flowed to
achieve it;
He gave it freely from His heart, we need but to believe it.
The price is paid; the race is won; the victory to be savoured!
Christ has defeated all His foes, His way is to be favoured.
Easter Quotes
Victory
Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 2000
The cross is the picture of final defeat, life has now come to an end;
No one on earth could have rescued the Lord, at that moment He
had not one friend.
Pharisees, Scribes, disciples as well, watched as the hours rolled
by;
Heard as the words flowed from His lips, forgiving those that stood
nigh.
How could He speak, enduring such pain, when no one had come to
His aid?
Only our God, in control of all things, could announce that sin had
been paid.
Was this a farce, or were these words true? Did God really die that
dark day?
Was love so great that He would give all in order to open the way?
Man had actually fallen so low that life was but grief and despair;
No earthly being could alter the course, in truth, there was no one
to care.
Then God, in His mercy, held out His hand, and gave us the Giver
of life.
The one, triune God, who's love was so great, who willingly faced
this world's strife.
Incomprehensible, hard to believe, but nothing could shake this
world more;
That God, in the flesh, would come down to earth, communion with
man to restore.
'Twas not defeat when Christ shed His blood, 'twas victory o'er
death's final blow,
And, if we in faith accept His great love, this victory we also may
know.
