The Gospel of the Grace of God

A new poem I wrote today:

The gospel of the grace of God
Was planned for Jesus Christ's applause;
The end of grace, the end of sin
Is sinners making much of Him.

Unblinding light, a death that saves,
Immortal placed inside a grave;
Wisdom that confounds the wise
And opens doors to Paradise.

The brilliance of a plan so bright
Alone could shatter evil's night
And wake the deadened sinner's heart,
A view of glory to impart

The sun in all its radiance shines
Barely a glimmer next to Thine
Whose glory outranks honor, fame
Of every earthly favored name

The gospel of glory divine
Makes grace forever, always mine
To join with countless, freed from sin,
Enjoying making much of Him.