You are holding a treasure
That is worth more than pleasure
But of pure inexpressible joy
Like favorite toy in your childhood
By infinite, multiplied
Even though you haven’t seen
You know what it means
The obscene truth
Of God becoming what you are
The angels have seen stars born and die
And still sigh in awe
Of what God is doing here
In you.
For you.
Through you.
(You is plural.)
More than painting a mural along a wall
He’s used all of creation to design
Masterpiece.
As death ceases to be an end
God becomes friend to those dying
Crying out “Hope”
When we weren’t even listening
Beauty glistening on the tears of salvation received.
All because you believed –
and received what He’d done.
You discover.
God’s Son – has become
Our brother.
words from wick 