“The Worth of God”

Poem

Come my heart, let’s contemplate

A place no feet can trod

Let’s fix our gaze and concentrate

And view the worth of God

Come let our minds investigate

Through thoughts of fertile sod

And weigh within that precious state

His value shed abroad

Dismissing all commodities

Necessities and common things

Ascending upward spiritually

To hear of whom the angels speak

Let’s leave this world alone for now

And seek to find, some way, somehow

To view our God uncommonly

And look upon Him properly

Oh what is gold, and what is myrrh?

What is new, and what is used?

What will last, and what is sure?

What is perfect, what can soothe?

Are not all these things from God?

Even to the very phrase?

But He, the greatest gift of all

Transcends the things that He creates

Prosperity and pleasure might

Satisfy you for the night

But what now heart, when morning dawns?

Is not your soul unsatisfied?

The worth of God is who He is

Not what He’s done, or what he gives

Eternal life is knowing Him

by whom you’re fully known within

O Spirit would you give us sight

Lend us vision to behold

The endless worth of Jesus Christ

The priceless portion of our souls

The wonder that we get to know

The ancient One, the Source of all

A weight to great for us to hold

The endless worth of God untold