The Great Workman

Give glory to the Workman,
Not His materials or tools.
To give praise to His creation,
Is the parlance of idolatry and fools.

Ultimate devotion, love and worship,
Belong to Yahweh God alone.
Only by those held fast in His grip,
Can true joy and peace be known.

Our God gives us many gifts,
And for these things we give Him thanks.
But if we’re not careful, our love shifts,
From solid ground to sandy banks.

What we love most is a foundation,
Upon which our life is laid.
Jesus Christ is the sole location,
We can build on and not be afraid.

For Jesus the Christ, He is Yahweh;
The one true God who made all things.
In creation, His glory, we survey,
As the complex beauty, of Him, sings.

For in Him all things hold together;
By His power and mercy we’re sustained.
For us, to life, He is a tether,
By which our existence is maintained.

Good things down here are but a fringe,
The faintest whisper of His ways.
It is on His Word that all things hinge;
He’s the all-creating Ancient of Days.

So why worship a painting,
Let alone something on Earth or a star?
Creation should help much in acquainting,
Us with God who has not remained afar.

For God in the flesh came down;
Jesus Christ is fully God and man.
To save us He donned a thorny crown,
And gave His life as was His plan.

He was beaten, bled and buried;
For three days sealed in a tomb.
Then Christ arose, by death, unharried,
And strode victorious out of the gloom.

Our God, the Workman, He is risen;
He’s made a way unto salvation.
Though we were trapped in death’s cruel prison,
He has achieved our liberation.

Christ alone is worthy,
Of our worship, loyalty and love.
The great Workman delights in showing mercy,
And raising us to live with Him above.