He That is Truth has Promised Us

He came and stood

Shoulder to shoulder

With the rest of us;

He gave and he gave

And He gave;

We took and hid in corners.

I love the way He loves

To give

Of all He is;

And stands very still

And waits;

And where does our help come from?

From shining eyes;

And a burning heart of love

That is willing

To give everything

Not nailed down;

He was wholly nailed to

The burning cross.

Such joy

Set before Him;

All those eyes

Of souls He counted

Worth dying for;

How I long

To see the face

Of One who loved

Me that much.

His arms are strong;

As a carpenter

Used to fashioning wood;

As He fashions souls who would let Him.

Glory and Honour

Are more than just words that define Him;

He is the all in all

Of everything;

And it will be seen

As wholly true;

He that is truth

Has promised us.