UNTO THE UTTERMOST

 ~ UNTO THE UTTERMOST ~

The Maker of the Universe
As Man, for man, was made a curse.
The demands of Law which HE had made:
UNTO THE UTTERMOST HE PAID.

His holy fingers made the bough
Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow.
The nails that pierced His hands were mined
In secret places HE designed.

He made the forest whence there sprung
The tree on which His body hung.
He died upon a cross of wood,
Yet made the hill on which it stood.

The sky that darkened o’er His head
BY HIM above the earth was spread.
The sun that hid from Him its face
BY HIS DECREE was poised in space.

~ The spear which spilled His precious blood
was tempered by the fires of God.
~ The grave in which His form was laid,
was hewn from rocks His hands had made.

The throne on which He now appears
Was His from everlasting years,
And now new glory crowns His brow:
And EVERY knee
To Him
Shall bow.

– A.Brandon Bonar