Lord, God of Heaven, and earth eternal
 As I chance to speak, how do I even start?
How do I find word's for an all sufficient savior?
 I know, I'll speak of things hidden away in my heart!

Hidden away from this world's prying eye's,
 Hidden from A world full of envy and pride;
Exposed to the giver of blessings untold,
 Blessings that more than satisfy.

How can I count the times I've been blessed?
 How could a world of hate possibly understand?
I dare not ask for more than he's already given,
 Bountiful gifts from his nail scarred hands.

No gift can compare, that this world could afford
 To the crimson stained cross all aglow,
The agony and pain to buy back the eternally lost"
 What greater love could fallen man know?
 

                                             Carl L. Hempen