One of my dearest friends sent me this poem. He said it is one of his favorites. It has become one of mine. May you be blessed by reading it.
Maker of the Universe
by F.W. Pitt
The Maker of the Universe
As Man, for man was made a curse
The claims of Law that He had made
Unto the uttermost He paid
His holy fingers made the bough
Which grew the thorns the crowned His brow
The nails that pierced His hand were mined
In secret places He designed
He made the forest whenced there sprung
The tree upon which His body hung
He died upon a cross of wood
Yet made the hill on which it stood
The sky that darkened o'er His head
By Him above the earth was spread
The sun that hid from Him its face
By His decree was poised in space
The spear which spilled His precious blood
Was tempered in the fires of God
The grave in which His form was laid
Was hewn in rocks His hands had made
The throne on which He now appears
Was His from everlasting years
But a new glory crowns His brow
And every knee to Him shall bow
The Maker of the Universe
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