O cast ye, yonder gaze aloft
Stretch forth thine hand
And touch the face of God
Shutter not to think
Of unworthiness of spirit and heart
For they are true impediments
But 'tis better yet to ruminate
The multitude of grace
That has unlocked its treasures of mercy
For this same face
Doeth shine the light of the truest love
That reacheth the depths of even the darkest soul
And as your hand reacheth up to Him
He reacheth out to you
Embrace! And now knoweth thine redemption.
Written by:
Edward W. Johnson, Jr.
© 2014
