How Unthinkable

by Elizabeth Paige Chavoustie

How unthinkable

For the King of all the universe

To leave His heavenly throne,

While millions of shining ones

Praised Your name alone.

 

How unthinkable

For the God of all creation

To become a helpless Babe.

To take a walk in our own shoes,

So that our souls You could save.

 

How unthinkable

That You, beyond all measure,

Became confined to time and space.

That You would live and die as man

To take away my shame.

 

How unthinkable

That all of creation

Bows before Your throne.

Except the ones in Your Own image,

Created for You alone.

 

 

 

 

How unthinkable

That the trees all clap their hands,

And mighty mountains bow more.

But what about the one to whom

You created all this for?

 

How unthinkable

That the Sea would stand on end

At the sound of Your rebuke.

But when You correct Your people,

They still don’t return to You.

 

How unthinkable

That the wind and waves obey,

That barren places yield their fruit,

Yet the children You have made

Will not turn and follow You.

 

How unthinkable

That You raised the dead from the grave

With nothing but a word.

Yet people read Your Word and remain

In death, not accepting all they’ve heard.

 

 

 

 

How unthinkable

That all of creation trembles

At the blast of Your great breath.

Yet the people made in Your Own image

Don’t fear eternal death.

 

How unthinkable

For You to bear the cross that’s mine

And take my nails and scars.

To release me from these sinful chains

And break off Satan’s bars.

 

How unthinkable

For the ones You came to save

To spit upon Your face.

To mock and beat and torture You

And cover You with disgrace.

 

How unthinkable

You could have called for angels

Who would rescue from on high.

But You spoke without a word,

So that You could save my life.

 

How unthinkable

That the King of all kings

Would die a criminal’s death.

So that You could buy me for Yourself

And fill me with Your Breath.

 

How unthinkable

How You love me.

How unthinkable

How You care.

How unthinkable

That You died to set me free.

How unthinkable

How You love me.

 

How unthinkable

That all of my sins and shame

Were nailed to that old cross,

And thrown into the deepest

Sea of total forgetfulness.

 

How unthinkable

That You poured out Your life

That we, Your loved, might live.

Lord, You held nothing back,

Even Your Spirit You did give.

 

How unthinkable

Your great sacrifice.

You took my shame and misery.

Yet when I see hurting people,

I’m too ashamed to speak of Thee.

 

 

 

 

How unthinkable

That Your Word created all

And is upheld by Your right hand.

Yet, me, in my ignorance and pride,

Still question Your great plan.

 

How unthinkable

For a country

To start out on Your Word.

Then turn deaf ears to You,

Forgetting all they’ve heard.

 

How unthinkable

That though so much

Evil has been forgiven me,

I still hold onto hurts and pain

That others did to me.

 

How unthinkable

That Your hands

Were raised and pierced completely through.

Yet in my wicked pride,

I don’t raise my hands to You.

 

How unthinkable

That You left

Your perfect Heavenly home.

Yet in my selfishness and fear,

I won’t leave my comfort zone.

 

How unthinkable

How You suffered

And died upon that brutal tree.

Yet I haven’t died to self,

So that Your Truth could set me free.

 

How unthinkable

To rejoice in all the gifts that You gave,

Yet not go into this hurting world

To see what lives

Might be saved.

 

How unthinkable

To have the power

That raised Jesus Christ to life,

Yet live without any power,

Only selfishness and strife.

 

How unthinkable

That You died

For such a fool as me.

Please give me Your love

To help set the captives free.

 

How unthinkable

How You love me.

How unthinkable

How You care.

How unthinkable

How You died to set me free.

How unthinkable

How You love me.

 

How unthinkable—

Help me die to self, that others may live.

 

How unthinkable—

Help me to truly love them.

 

How unthinkable—

Use Your power to change this world.

 

How unthinkable—

Please, Lord, send me.

 

How unthinkable

How You love me.

How unthinkable

How You care.

How unthinkable

How You died to set me free.

How unthinkable

How You love me.

 

© Elizabeth Paige 2018

Paige Chavoustie