Thursday, 16 October 2014

Our half painted pictures



A picture we paint
A thousand time over
in a million different ways
yet it's not complete

A poem we wrote
using the best words available
describing you magnificent You are
Yet it falls so tremendously short

a song we sing
the chords strung
and words sung
with all our heart
yet it comes nowhere near

All our best attempts
can never fully describe
how truely great You are

With the same hands
You flung stars into the sky
Hold our beating hearts
and held a nail to the cross for our sins
Only by You are we here
and only in You is true Hope found