To Be a Blessed Hymn
You dwell far beyond what my thoughts in their reach can hold,
yet never beyond what a worshiping heart is told.
You know that I love you, for you are in thorough control,
the wellspring of goodness, perfection in cause and in goal.
My heart melts with joy for the Lamb who has made me whole,
my brother, my bridegroom, has written my name in his scroll.
He died in my place, and he rose with my name in his hands.
in him I am known, and in him my identity stands.
I’m never more mine than when all of myself is in him.
I’m never more lost than when lost in his grace once again.
There, under his mercy, I enter my true human frame,
not driven by fear but remade in his glorious name.
But oh, how my love is like ice in a storm punctured cave,
with frost-covered stones where only his fire can save.
Let him warm my soul, lift the burdens that I cannot bear,
and carry me over the wreckage of my sad despair.
O shape me, dear Jesus, till yours is completely mine.
O Spirit, descend till my life is once more in line.
O Father, look on me with mercy that does not dim,
and orchestrate in me the sound of a blessed hymn.
© Johannes W H van der Bijl 2025
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