A Poem in Our Honor

A seventeen-year-old named Lucy who has visited the Creation Museum sent the following feedback and poem I thought I would share with you:

Dear Ken Ham and AiG staff,

This Creation Museum is amazing!  I am impressed, encouraged and instructed after my time here.  Thank you – I have been so blessed by your ministry.  I wrote this poem in your honor.  Hope you enjoy it.

Let souls be still; let lips be gateways sealed

Let regents bow and judges bend and yield

Before this high and awful mystery

We cannot fathom what our eyes can see

Almighty Spirit wears a robe of dust

Full Deity confined in earthly crust

Somehow, the potent powers of Godhead mesh

With beating blood and sinews of the flesh

But deeper wonder, blacker mystery

Behold this veil of frail humanity!

For blood runs down, and flesh is slashed and torn

And God bears pain like man has never borne

“I AM”  took on the form of Adam’s line

Indwelling cursed creation, though Divine

Yet His body, battered in men’s senseless spite

Seems hardly man in its gore tonight

But now this desecrated frame of earth

Receives God’s breath and warms to second birth

The silent pulse renews its rhythm fresh

In wrists scarred by iron piercing flesh

The spotless Lamb Messiah, ever wise

He lives within His world, He serves, He dies

Exalt Him high, all sons of human race

For His gift, His glory and His grace

Praise His Name!  Soli Deo Gloria!

– Lucy, 17 years

Thanks for stopping by and thanks for praying,

Ken