Acrostic Announcment
All of His universe, screams for validation;
Bothering it does not, with human speculation
Cautiously pulsing, the fabric of reality did;
Dividing itself across time, multiplying at His whim
Earnestly working, the matter of creation longs;
Following His perfect example, awaiting the banquet song
Galaxy distant explosions, molding the limits of space;
Hold nothing in comparison, to His beautiful face
Infinity stands as dust, seen through the lens of Him;
Justice flows forth, a sinner cleaned from sin
Knocking at a door, and standing upon eternity;
Longing to be with you, His dying made you free
Marvelous rivers of neon righteousness;
Now roar with fury, waiting for completeness
Obsidian stains, of iniquitous enormity;
Pander to my mind, though my sights are set on thee
Quixotically I work, leading to nothing but frustration;
Revealed to me it was, Your death, is my salvation
Saved not by my works, or anything I’ve done;
Through the cross I am saved, by the blood of Your Son
Under grace, not truth, I fall and stand again;
Voraciously I speak to others, of Your return and when
Welcome we shall be, in the arms of A Perfect Architect;
Xenial to a level, unseen by fallen intellect
Yahweh. My King. Author of perpetuity.
Zenith of existence, all creation longs for Thee.
Bothering it does not, with human speculation
Cautiously pulsing, the fabric of reality did;
Dividing itself across time, multiplying at His whim
Earnestly working, the matter of creation longs;
Following His perfect example, awaiting the banquet song
Galaxy distant explosions, molding the limits of space;
Hold nothing in comparison, to His beautiful face
Infinity stands as dust, seen through the lens of Him;
Justice flows forth, a sinner cleaned from sin
Knocking at a door, and standing upon eternity;
Longing to be with you, His dying made you free
Marvelous rivers of neon righteousness;
Now roar with fury, waiting for completeness
Obsidian stains, of iniquitous enormity;
Pander to my mind, though my sights are set on thee
Quixotically I work, leading to nothing but frustration;
Revealed to me it was, Your death, is my salvation
Saved not by my works, or anything I’ve done;
Through the cross I am saved, by the blood of Your Son
Under grace, not truth, I fall and stand again;
Voraciously I speak to others, of Your return and when
Welcome we shall be, in the arms of A Perfect Architect;
Xenial to a level, unseen by fallen intellect
Yahweh. My King. Author of perpetuity.
Zenith of existence, all creation longs for Thee.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !