Gifts

Gifts

Which I've been given through no plan of mine

Perhaps even stumbled upon - though I know this not to be

Nor mere grand design can this plan be

Creator I say

He alone hath bestowed

These gifts upon me

Love

About which I knew so little

Still did I obtain

Thru blood and death and grace

And only by His mercy

Solace

Though solitary I first did seek

Alas in union Holy I did find

Or to speak the truth - did find me

Offspring

About whom I can only desperately and in vain

Summon words to accompany my heart

Overcome in its grateful broken melody

Why such grace I know not

Nor fit am I to fathom

But grace it must surely be

Of a nature not shallow as mine

No

Deeper

Deeper still

 current swift and strong

Supernatural its power

Boundless its breadth

Eternal its presence

Divine its Holy depth