The Maker of the Universe

By | 16 May 2013

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Below is a poem by F. W. Pitt, an author and poet who lived during the middle part of the last century. His beautiful and eloquent words are a succinct presentation of the Gospel and evoke powerful images of Christ’s appearance on this earth as God-in-sandals and substitutionary death for our sins.

A few years back, Phil Keaggy put it to music on his Way Back Home album. It’s one of one of my favorite songs of his and I cannot listen to it except through tears.


Here is a player so you can listen to the song while reading the lyrics.

The Maker of the Universe
As Man, for man was made a curse.

The claims of Law which He had made
Unto the uttermost He paid.

His holy fingers made the bough
Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow.

The nails that pierced His hands were mined
In secret places He designed.

He made the forest whence there sprung
The tree on which His body hung.

He died upon a cross of wood,
Yet made the hill on which it stood.

The sky that darkened o’er His head
By Him above the earth was spread.

The sun that hid from Him its face
By His decree was poised in space.

The spear which spilled His precious blood
Was tempered in the fires of God.

The grave in which His form was laid
Was hewn in rocks His hands had made.

The throne on which He now appears
Was His from everlasting years.

But a new glory crowns His brow
And every knee to Him shall bow.

The Maker of the universe
The Maker of the universe
The Maker of the universe

There’s nothing more I can add…

Thanks for reading!