I could cry for the terrible blast of the foe

For the vicious deception and bitterest woe

I could weep for the weariness late in the night

But my soul sobs in joy at the mercy of Christ.

 

O God! It is bigger, it’s deeper, it’s vast.

Far down underneath us those Arms ever last.

High over our heads fly the banners of love

While closer than heartbeat, the Comforting Dove.

 

It’s a wide-open table with savory fare

Delicious cuisine of heaven so rare

All set and prepared in the midst of the fray

Of the minions of darkness around me arrayed.

 

Why cry at this grace? Lord, I guess I am moved

That souls weak and weary can claim thy rich love;

That all sin and sorrow will soon be dispelled

And with Christ in glory his chosen shall dwell.

 

 

Reuben Huffman

11/8/2012