The Word (a poem)

The eternal Word, the beloved Word,

The divine Word from the beginning,

Who before all things made the heavens ring

And who set the bright planets spinning,

Ere the dawn of time through the darkness shined

So that lost mankind would be ransomed—

What a wondrous plan, to become a man,

Entering the world He had fashioned!

Even though His own people chose to frown

At the gracious Word of their Maker

And refused to welcome Immanuel,

Grace a remnant called as partakers

Of a power divine making suns to shine

In the spacious skies of God’s favor—

Each adopted heir will enjoy his share

Of that Kingdom, reigning forever.

The beloved Word, the rejected Word

On the cross was cursed and abandoned—

Spotless sacrifice, sent to pour the price

Out upon our souls for their ransom!

With Your blood I’m written in Your story,

Soon to share forever in Your glory.

(drawn from John chapter one)

Mark Aikins

5/15/12