A poem © 2010 by George E Edwards.

Lord, how I thank You.

You are true to me, even if I’m not always true to You.

By the goodness of Divine peace I have seen a little of Your great reach.

Most Holy One of the endless kingdom,

Enthroned amid the chorus of infinite praise,

Yet You feel compassion on the unworthy,

And came to show us the redemption story.

A passionate Savior, The Last Man on the mission to save what the first one lost.

Born in perfection amid poverty, nurtured in the sincere milk of the Word of God,

You stood strong under the anointing to drive away darkness and free the imprisoned souls.

Speaking words like no one else,

You made the Divine Presence felt to a people who knew only dead religion.

And You gathered a band who would come to seek God’s Face over His Hand,

Once touched by the wind You would blow on them again.