We thank you Father for temporal things
In which Your beauty can been seen,
As You uphold as eagles wings
With joy as trumpets, Your praise's mean
Far greater love than all the world
Can come to grasp in vanity
As to the cross our sins were hurled,
You drank of all humanity.
Redeemed a remnant by Your grace
Raised to walk now from the dead
As we behold Your Smiling Face
Oh, Christ, You took our place instead.
Michael E. Wood
March 18, 2010
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