God Inspired Poetry

When I was in high school I disliked poetry but it has grown on me to the point where I quite enjoy it. I especially love poetry about the Grace, Love, Strength, and just overall Awesomeness of God. To start it off I thought I might put down some wonderful words of a song we sang in church last Sunday.


And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

'Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

By: Charles Wesley

I do not think for a second that a mere man could have written these beautiful words without the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. Wow, just let those words roll around in your mouth, "long my imprisoned spirit lay, fast bound in sin and natures night, thine eye diffused a quickening ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light! my chains fell off my heart was free! I rose and followed thee!" I do not have the words. That is just divine! I don't know if I want to go somewhere quiet and pray or shout for joy. That right there is why I love poetry and song.
Are you not amazed that we should gain by Christ's blood, when we were the cause of all His pain? Is it not astounding that He left His Fathers throne in all His glory and came and emptied Himself of all but love, and bled and died for us? What I hear in the subconcious mind when I read these words by Charles Wesley, is a song called "Hallelujah" from the composer Handel's album named Messiah.

The next poem is also truly beautiful and definitely a favorite. It has a beautiful flavour of pure and holy worship.


My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty, how bright;
How beautiful Thy mercy seat
In depths of burning light!

How dread are Thy eternal years,
O everlasting Lord,
By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored!

How wonderful, how beautiful,
The sight of Thee must be;
Thy endless wisdom, boundless power,
And glorious purity!

O how I fear Thee, living God,
With deep and tender fear;
And worship Thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears!

Yet, I may love Thee, too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art;
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart!

No earthly father loves like Thee,
No mother, e’er so mild,
Bears and forbears as Thou hast done,
With me, Thy sinful child.

Only to sit and think of God,
Oh, what a joy it is!
To think the thought, to breathe the Name,
Earth has no higher bliss.

Father of Jesus, love’s Reward!
What rapture it will be
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze, and gaze on Thee!

By: Frederick Faber