The Uncreated Creator

Today I saw a butterfly fluttering around;
It arrested me with silence, and I made not a sound.

Next I saw a hawk, gliding on the air stream,
Scanning the ground below, that with its prey does teem.

I also saw a humming bird alight upon a tree,
And through such as these, the Unseen we may see.

Every creature is created, that crawls upon the Earth;
In the beauty all around us, of design, there is no dearth.

Creation shouts of a Creator, an unseen working hand;
Through this, the unseen Maker, our attention does demand.

There are no uncaused causes, and this should give us pause.
For the complexity around, only One deserves applause.

His name is Jesus Christ, the uncreated, Creator of all.
The heavens proclaim His glory; at His feet we’re made to fall.

Just as the stars declare His fame, so too does the world beneath;
We who’re made in His image, also should give Him loyal belief.

For we must give God His due; He is the only Giver of life.
He is all-powerful, knowing and true; and for us, with love, is rife.

Though our sin has caused a rift, and dragged us to the grave,
God the Father has given a gift; His Son who’s mighty to save.

God above is rich in mercy, and desires us to live with Him;
To pay for and cleanse our sin, He dove into darkness grim.

The Creator, uncreated, was born a man and clothed with flesh;
He drank the full cup of His wrath, to raise us up to life afresh.

Believe and receive His salvation, freely given and costly bought;
For those who trust in Christ, all their sin will be forgot.

He who’s enthroned above the heavens, and rules over space and time,
Is the risen Jesus Christ, and He offers life sublime.