Beyond Description
BEYOND DESCRIPTION
If you took all the words in all the dictionaries.
The words of all the books in all the world’s libraries,
You’d still not have enough to tell of all God’s love
Or describe the glorious mansions that He made above.
If you took all the art in all the world’s museums,
And every flower and plant in every arboretum,
You’d still not have a picture that clearly would portray
The beauty of the Savior whom many love today.
You could take all of the notes from every song that’s written,
The song of every bird, the purr of every kitten,
You still could not describe all the music in that place
Where saints of all the ages rejoice about God’s grace.
You could take all of the things by which we weigh and measure,
The wealth of every mine, the value of all treasures,
And still the love of God is greater, yes, by far,
Than all the hosts of heaven and all the countless stars.
You could take all calculators and put all nines upon them,
And count the grains of sand and put a number on them,
And yet the long, long ages of eternity are more
In the life of glorious bliss upon the golden shore.
God’s love and God’s salvation and His great home on high
Are so beyond description of mind or human eye,
And yet it is so simple a child can understand;
He didn’t make it difficult or a complicated plan.
It’s man who tries to make it confused and so unclear
With so much of religion, its rituals he holds dear.
But all the world’s religion, its rituals and rites
Will never buy one heaven, make one sinless in God’s sight.
For He wrapped all His riches so infinite and wide
In the Person He called Jesus, who on Mount Calvary died.
And He said if you will trust Him, turn from your sinful way,
You can be saved forever and see His home some day.
So it doesn’t take a dictionary, a library, or art,
The flowers, the birds, the riches to make a brand new heart.
It doesn’t take the music, the wealth of every mine,
The deeds or the religions, or whatever else you find.
It only takes that simple faith, just like a little child
To claim your soul’s salvation from all your sin so vile.
Though it’s beyond description, this love, this home above,
You still can know and have it by trusting in His love.
Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2017
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