These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Who Is Jesus?

His Face is like the sun in space.
His Heart is liquid Joy.
His Justice burns up all disgrace.
He's pure without alloy.

(Psalm 91:1-4)
The feathers of His covering wings
enclose His little child.
His Voice, a harp, that daily sings,
His Hands, so wondrous mild.

The rough-hewn cross upon His Back
He wore to pay my debt.
The monster cave no torturous lack
could His Blest Rising let.

(Romans 10:9-10; John 6:37,44)
The ring of His Salvation's oath
is worn forevermore
upon the finger, each day's growth
of the Bride His Call implored.

Secured by stalwart giant reach,
redeemed by saving hands,
thus kept by He, Whose Voice doth teach
His daily Master Plan.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 10th, 2024