How could I know, tossed to and fro,
the love of God so deep.
By sin I lost; knew not the cost,
the wages I must reap.
So lost to God, this shell, this sod,
my death the final sting.
The penalty fair that I would dare
rebel against the King.
But God my love, high from above
did see my helpless soul.
The Son too saw the sorry in law
that brought a heavy toll.
So He in love, this gentle dove
stepped in time to die.
His holiness great to shift our fate,
the reason here of "why?"
His death now mine, the cross the sign
that I to Him belong.
Shout praises now! To Him I bow.
My heart forever in song!
After these things I looked, and behold, a great multitude which no one could number,
of all nations, tribes, peoples, and tongues, standing before the throne and before
the Lamb, clothed with white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying
out with a loud voice, saying,
"Salvation belongs to our God
who sits on the throne,
and to the Lamb!"
This poem was a finalist in the March 2022 poetry contest