May 15, 2004

The Maker of the Universe

Here is a poem written by F.W. Pitt. Phil Keaggy put this poem to music several years ago, and that is where I first heard it. It has always been one of my favorite poems, and I thought that I would like to share it with you.

Maker of the Universe
As Man, for man was made a curse.

The claims of Law which He had made,
Unto the uttermost He paid.

His holy fingers made the bough,
Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow;

The nails that pierced His hand were mined,
In secret places He designed.

He made the forest whence there sprung
The tree on which His body hung;

He died upon a cross of wood,
Yet made the hill on which it stood.

The sky that darkened o'er His head,
By Him above the earth was spread.

The sun that hid from Him its face,
By His decree was poised in space.

The spear which spilled His precious blood
Was tempered in the fires of God.

The grave in which His form was laid
Was hewn in rocks His hands had made.

The throne on which He now appears
Was His from everlasting years;

But a new glory crowns His brow,
And every knee to Him shall bow:

The Maker of the universe.

---- F.W. Pitt


  1. For what it's worth (i know this is an old post), the line "He made the forest from whence there sprung" doesn't have "from" in it. "From" would be redundant because "whence" = "from where".

  2. Well, I copied and pasted... what can I say?


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