I wrote the following poem for Jensen, my new son, born November 21, 2008. I wrote it when he was 2 weeks old, on December 5, 2008, in the mid-morning hours when I was up with him.
“Fingers Formed By Mighty Power”
Fingers formed by mighty power,
By hands that cast the stars in space.
Wisdom planned each day and hour,
A life ordained by sovereign grace.
Created in his mother’s womb,
In the image of our God,
Jensen Marshall Chase was born
To walk upon this fallen sod.
Conceived in sin like all the rest,
In transgression dark and dead,
His sinful nature justly brings
The wrath of God upon his head.
Iniquity is his desire,
His vain but boastful pleasure.
A darkened heart, a mind depraved,
Enslaved to sin, his master.
But God, who, with mighty hands,
Formed the galaxies above,
Sent his only Son to die,
To show the world his perfect love.
And with his word that caused the light
To pierce the thickness of the dark,
God can also shed his light
Into the darkness of a heart.
The only hope for Adam’s race,
For all, like Jensen, born in sin,
Is irresistible free grace
That makes a sinner born again.
God dispenses mercy at
The pleasure of his perfect will,
And justice goes to all the rest,
For none deserve his mercy still.
On the judgment day of God,
I pray that Jensen there will find
Himself among the saints of Christ,
Their sins for which our Savior died.