Transformed into His Image

Transformed into His image,

All creation is meant to be

In the likeness of the Savior,

And changed eternally.

My finite mind can’t grasp it,

It’s much too high for mortal man;

It’s far beyond my reasoning,

And I cannot understand.

Yet I know it in my spirit,

For this secret’s been revealed;

It has been proclaimed by angels,

And it cannot be concealed.

We are His crowning masterpiece;

This truth can’t be denied,

Unless we dispute the holy writ,

And say, "The prophets lied."

So my mind will yet reject it,

But my heart will leap and shout,

For the gate of Sheol is open,

And the dead is coming out.

December 1999