IT is a thing most wonderful,
Almost too wonderful to be,
That God’s own Son should come from heaven,
And die to save a child like me.
And yet i know that it is true:
He chose a poor and humble lot,
And wept and toiled and mourned and died
For love of those who loved him not.
I cannot tell how he could love
A child so weak and full of sin;
His love must be most wonderful,
If he could die my love to win.
I sometimes think about the Cross,
And shut my eyes, and try to see_
The cruel nails and crown of thorns,
And jesus crucified for me.
But even could i see him die,
I could but see a little part
Of that great love which, like a fire,
Is always burning in his heart.
It is most wonderful to know
His love for me so free and sure;
But it’s more wonderful to see
My love for him so faint and poor.
And yet i want to love thee, Lord!
O light the flame within my heart,
And i will love thee as thou art.

By: C.E. Willing