No poet's pen could e'er describe
The glories of our King;
Nor human tongue proclaim the joys
That cause our hearts to sing.
No words in any language
Could portray His Majesty;
Nor explain the glow within the being
Of a sinful soul set free.
No form of communication,
In modern times or old,
Could e'er relate His perfect peace
Imparted to the soul.
Beyond all mortal expression,
Abundant blessings flow,
Reaching hearts at the foot of the cross
With a portion of heaven to know.
Father, thank You for the wondrous glories
Of Christ our Lord and King,
And for the Indescribable Blessings
Knowing Him doth bring.
"...ye rejoice with joy unspeakable
and full of glory"