I love the names of Father God,
His image etched a dusty sod.
This pinnacle of form it seems
is written on our human dreams.

His love is scribed on scrolls of flesh,
have caused Him grief with rage enmeshed.
But how can God prove love's embrace?
By giving love a human face.

Christ died for us to win a chance,
for God whose grace can mould love's glance.
How else can man gain godly love,
but by the Son sent from above.

How can we simply understand
how Jesus moved sin's shifting sand?
He died so we can grasp the truth,
from eons past from age to youth.

How wondrous is this priceless gift,
that formed a bridge to span sin's rift.
And all we need is to reply,
so on the wings of grace we fly.

R.Owen 6/11/2024