Maker of the universe

This is a poem by F.W. Pitt. Phil Keaggy made it a song and put it on his "Way Back Home" album.

As G. Campbell Morgan said, "the Sinless became the Sin-bearer". Or as Peter put it, "... Christ also suffered once for sins, the just for the unjust".

Here, Pitt drives home the point that everything used to torture and kill Christ was made with His creative power.


The Maker of Universe
---- F.W. Pitt

The Maker of the Universe
As Man, for man was made a curse.

The claims of Law which He had made,
Unto the uttermost He paid.

His holy fingers made the bough,
Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow;

The nails that pierced His hand were mined,
In secret places He designed.

He made the forest from whence there sprung
The tree on which His body hung;

He died upon a cross of wood,
Yet made the hill on which it stood.

The sky that darkened o'er His head,
By Him above the earth was spread.

The sun that hid from Him its face,
By His decree was poised in space.

The spear which spilled His precious blood
Was tempered in the fires of God.

The grave in which His form was laid
Was hewn in rocks His hands had made.

The throne on which He now appears
Was His from everlasting years;

But a new glory crowns His brow,
And every knee to Him shall bow.