BLAMELESS
Unspotted, pure, and blessed from beginning to end,
He belongs to a realm which I cannot comprehend.
His eyes have partook in wonders I do not know,
Feared by those on high and those referred to as low.
Earth is His footstool and the place which we live and rest,
Men bow down to him and commit to Him their best.
Creation was the response of His spoken word,
Man was the result of His living breath.
Broken for me that I might be mended from sin's grasp,
Lifted up in my place that I might be brought low.
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