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A MOVING POEM ABOUT OUR WONDERFUL SAVIOR... EACH LINE WORTH MEDITATING UPON. The Maker of the universe 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 hands were mined in secret places He designed. He made the forest 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 Him from God’s 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. –F.W. Pitt NOTE: PHIL KEAGGY SET THIS POEM TO A GENTLE ACOUSTIC MELODY. My favorite version is the one on YouTube that says below it in its description: A visual depiction of Phil Keaggy's "The Maker of the Universe".
