Today in worship, our music minister shared this little jewel of a poem with us:
If there are words for Him. then I don't have them.
You see, my brain has not yet reached a thought
that could adequately describe the greatness of my God.
And my lungs have not yet developed the ability
to release a breath that could breathe of the greatness of His love.
My voice is so inhibited, restrained by human limits,
it is hard to even sing sufficient praises of Him.
You see, if there are words for Him, then I don't have them.
My God, His grace is remarkable;
His mercies are innumerable;
His strength is impenetrable.
He is audible, accountable, favorable;
He is unsearchable yet knowable;
Indefinable yet approachable;
Indescribable yet personal.
He is beyond comprehension; further than imagination;
constant through generations, King of every nation.
But if there are words for Him, then I don't have them.
You see, my words are few, and to try to capture
the one true God using my vocabulary would never do.
But I use words as an expression,
an expression of worship to a Savior:
A Savior who is both worthy and deserving of my praise,
so I use words.
My heart extols the Lord, blesses His name forever.
He has won my heart,
captured my mind and has bound the bolt together.
He has defeated me in my rebellion,
conquered me in my sin,
He has welcomed me into His presence,
completed abided me in;
Flooding me with mercies in the morning;
Drowning me with grace in the night.
If there are words for Him, then I don't have them.
But what I do have is Good News!
For my God knew that man-made words would never do;
For words are just tools we use to point to the Truth.
So He sent His Son, Jesus Christ, as the Word, living proof.
He is the image of the invisible God,
the first-born of all creation;
for by Him all things were created,
giving nothingness formation;
and by His Word, He sustains in the power of His name.
He is before all things, and over all things, He reigns.
Holy is His name, so praise Him for His life,
the way he persevered His strife;
the humble Son of God becoming the perfect sacrifice.
So praise Him for His death;
that He willingly stood in our place;
that He lovingly adored the grave;
that He battle our enemy,
and on the third day, rose in victory.
He is everything that was promised;
praise Him as the risen King;
lift your voice and sing,
for one day He will return for us,
and we will finally be united with our Savior for eternity.
It's not just words that I proclaim,
for my words point at the Word,
and the Word has a name.
Hope has a name.
Joy has a name.
Peace has a name.
Love has a name.
And that name is Jesus Christ-
praise His name,
Forever.
-poem can be heard in Kari Jobe's music video for her song, Forever.
