The Climax Of God's Plan Poem by Don Dickenson

I will lift my hands in worship;
I will lift my voice to praise.
You, are the King of Glory,
I’ll extol you all my days.
You’re the centre of the universe,
The climax of God’s plan.
For a season you were humbled,
Redeeming fallen man.
Obedient to the Father’s call,
To a death on Calvary.
But now - in heaven exalted;
Crowned with victory.
Adored and honoured - glorified.
Though human rulers spurn.
The tortured earth is groaning,
awaiting your return.

Even so come Lord Jesus!