Before

My world, a mystery formed before the time
To measure it was set in endless motion.
I found my form in His eternal rhyme
In God’s immutable immanent passion.

And I, I fall here, lost upon the face,
I’m cast adrift on depths of finite craves;
To touch, to taste, a trace of infinite grace
In things too small, too weak, in things depraved.

I strive, I seek, to stand, and yet be filled;
My heart, my soul, my mind the chaos craved.
You are, you call! Uphold in me, fulfill.
You come.  I am undone, united and remade .

So take me, make me, finish the work begun,
Before we knew the taste of grace undone.