The Marrow Of The Soul Poem by Peter Hall

The Marrow Of The Soul



God loves hidden things
His glory is discovered by kings who search
Sons who seek
Those hungry

Christ hides in the grave
Hidden glory that saves
The life of heaven concealed
The mystery now revealed.

Christ hides in me
His life becomes mine
Two become one
The marrow of my soul.

Sunday, June 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: christian
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It is the glory of God to conceal a matter,
But the glory of kings is to search out a matter. (Proverbs 25: 2 NKJV)

For you died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. (Colossians 3: 3 NKJV)

the mystery which has been hidden from ages and from generations, but now has been revealed to His saints. (Colossians 1: 26 NKJV)

to the knowledge of the mystery of God, both of the Father and of Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. (Colossians 2: 3 NKJV)
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Peter Hall

Peter Hall

Sydney, Australia.
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