He Stoops Down To Make Me Great!

I have never been much of a poet. I wish my mind worked like that. Most of the time when I attempt to write serious poetry, I think it comes off sounding extremely corny and elementary.

I can still remember the first poem I ever wrote in grade school:


Pillow are so nice and lumpy
They feel so cool and clean
Even though they’re fat and bumpy
They make me feel so keen

My poetry skills have not advanced much since this time. But that’s okay. I still find myself writing one every so often. After Sunday’s message at church, The Grace To Let Others Be.,I started thinking about a poem I wrote about nine years ago while going through a difficult season in my life. It was inspired by Psalm 18. What triggered me thinking about it was something our Pastor brought up in his message on grace. One thing he mentioned was that the word mercy in the Bible literally means “to stoop down”.

I have always loved that image of God stooping down for me and, years ago, that image was what inspired my poem.

Psalm 18: 16, 35 He reached down from on high and took hold of me, he drew me out of deep waters….You give me your shield of victory, and your right hand sustains me; you stoop down to make me great.”

Here’s a portion of the poem:

He alone is my shield in whom all my trust is placed
Everyday He arms me to battle struggles I must face
There are days I cry out, “Why Lord, it’s way too much!”
It is is then I feel it, His loving gentle touch.
He calls to me and says, “Grab hold, it’s not too late
you see I’ll stoop, I’ll stoop to make you great!”

The image of God stooping down for me makes me think about Christ and all of his acts of humility during His brief time on earth. Christ stooped down to hang out with tax collectors and adulterers. He stooped down to wash his disciples feet and He stooped down when he took my place on the cross.

“Your atititude should be the same as that of Jesus Christ: Who being in very nature, God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death- even death on a cross!” (Philippians 2:5-8)

He stoops down to make me great. He stoops down so that I might live.

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