Jesus himself died to save us, it’s said.
He submitted so humbly, then rose from the dead.
If, in the world, there were no one but me,
Without hesitation, he’d embrace that tree.
Try as I might, I just can’t comprehend
For my sake, Our Lord would from Heaven descend
And, further, for me, to such suffering submit,
Considering me worthy of sin to acquit.
Beyond comprehension is such love divine
And yet, for the taking, such love can be mine.
He loves without scruples; He is love itself.
How could I have known I’d be blessed with such wealth?
Stephen Tomkins
8 October 2018
Osaka
Pondering Poet Pilot 