You are the God who changes death’s cold gray
To life’s resplendent shades of greens and golds.
You are the God who overflows with day
And crushes night for those inside your fold.
You are the God who reaches down not shamed
To put a hand on broken sinners’ backs.
You are the God, despite your hallowed name,
Who condescends in light of desperate lack.
What joy is patiently afforded those
Who cling the more to God’s dear son revealed.
Ev’n when the heart is caught in death’s dark throes,
The promise rings of life and heart soon healed.
How great and kind and beautiful the God
Whose love spares not his harsh yet healing rod!
© 2011 Eric Evans