He is Our Creator

He is Our Creator

 

When His heartbeat stopped

And His Life Blood flowed away

There was darkness on that day

And nothing left to say.

It had all been prophesied

Right up until He died;

His life bereft by force

And the rest would take its course.

Yet a single thread throughout

The eternity of time

Held a constant solid theme,

Our lives to redeem.

Like a shimmering golden shaft

Of sunlight from above,

The eternal theme was Love;

Its symbol was a Dove.

Love can’t be understood

Without experiencing pain.

Without the times of numbness

We wouldn’t feel again.

Unless there was the darkness

How would we know of light?

How would we tell the morning

From the evening or the night?

But all that ever was

And all that is to be

Is written down before us

For all eternity.

For nothing ever happened

That was not known before.

The times and all their seasons

Are set for ever more.

So let us not forget

That One who died to give

Eternal life and all He had

Just so that we could live.

For ‘though He died He now lives on –

There is no other greater.

He is God’s own beloved Son

And He is our Creator.

Those who thought they’d killed Him

Had no idea at all

The One they’d deemed their victim

Was the One who’d made them all.

Yet through that single, treacherous act

Of hatred and disgust

They ushered in God’s victory

Of Grace, and Love, and Trust.

© AnnaKirsten 1999