Altogether Lovely
His beauty stretches a spectrum
So vastly beyond the eye’s perception
Involving extremes so rarely embraced in entirety.
His loveliness spans heights and depths
Excessively above the minds comprehension
A distance so wideranging
Making rare the heart that adores Him
From His summits to His valleys.
He is white and He is ruddy.
He is altogether lovely.
As Lord and Ruler, He sits enthroned on high
With flaming brightness and glory shone
Yet just as true to His self-revealing
Lies the tiny, helpless baby so low, so vulnerable, so poor.
Shall we love the One enthroned
And not also cling desperately to the One in swaddling clothes?
As King, we behold Him standing
In blindingly bright whiteness.
Yet as the Lamb slain our breath is taken
By His marred face and dripping crimson blood.
Are both of these not hues of His glory so breathtaking?
Shall we embrace one shade of His person
And hold distant from our hearts another?
He is white and He is ruddy.
He is altogether lovely.
As the Lord of Hosts He marches
Arrayed in whitest robe and glittering sword
Yet splattered upon His garments is the scarlet blood of His foes.
The winepress He has tread alone.
Shall we worship Him as mighty
And then disown Him in His judgment?
Shall we say we love Him
But ask Him to restrain portions of His person?
He is white and He is ruddy.
He is altogether lovely.
How rare is the heart that believes in truth He is altogether lovely
How rare the one to embrace in all love
The wideranging of His being
Yet this rare love He seeks, for He shall never change.
He is all that He is without compromise
And He is beauty without blemish.
Blessed is the heart that holds Him so precious
As to say without reservation,
He is white and He is ruddy.
He is altogether lovely.