Wednesday, 11 April 2012

What am I? A poem

What am I, that I should be
Upon this earth at all?
That light should fall
And trees stand tall
Whilst I, alone, seem small.

What am I, that he should make me
With his potter’s hands?
And not reject me,
Not consign me
To the heap among the sands.

Who am I, that he should love me,
With a love so great?
A love forgiving,
A love redeeming,
A love that’s never late.

Who am I, that he should die
Upon a cross for me?
To take my place,
Undeserved grace
For a wretch to see.

Child, brother,
Friend, lover,
Such are names he calls.
What am I?
Who am I?
Abba, Father, I am yours!

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