God's Masterpiece
- Fr. Nathan Harburg
- Apr 15, 2024
- 2 min read
“For we are God’s Masterpiece…” (Ephesians 2:10, NLT)
What masterpiece arrests you?
What artwork thrills yet tests you?
What manmade craft invites you?
Inspires, enthralls, and
smites you yet delights you?
Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa?
The bowing Tow’r of Pisa?
Mike’s Pieta so tearful
Or Sistine scene, so
thralling yet so fearful?
Stained glass of Notre Dame?
The Giza Sphinx of fame?
Manhattan’s Times Square Plaza?
Navona’s fine and
fountainous Piazza?
What genius compositions
By classical musicians
Tattoo your heart with beauties
Grant joy and strength and
ease to heavy duties?
Scarlatti’s fun sonatas?
Bach’s choral-rich cantatas?
Van Beethoven’s quartets
Or Mozart’s moving
sets of minuets?
Gus Mahler’s mighty “Titan”?
Rich Wagner’s “Flight” will frighten!
Debussy’s “Clair de lune”?
Tchaikovsky’s cracking
tunes so glory-strewn?
Yet Solomon’s finest could never compare
With nature’s most humble and plain lily fair (cf. Mt. 5)
Yet nature’s best work, nor sweet Mona’s smirk
Nor fav’rites by Handel
Could dare hold a candle
to THE Masterwork
God’s Masterpiece! To some, disguised
Unseen, unloved, unrecognized
The Apex of His works, despised
“The Human Being”! We’ll be surprised
One day by folks we loved? ignored?
To see they hid our thirsting Lord
Immortal bearers of Christ’s Face
Each thirsting member of our race
God’s Grandest Masterpiece, bar none
Among the creatures He has wrought
His Mother Mary, spotless one
Unstained by sin, by shame unfraught
This chosen one, to bear His Son
God formed uniquely, sparing naught
She, Throne and Tabernacle, spun
Our Life! Christ’s death
our death
dead caught
Be not afraid, nor be distraught!
Heav’n’s King and Queen for you have fought
They fight on fierce for you and kin
So let them in ‘gainst sin to win
Let Mary lead you again and again
To love Her Son, through thick and thin
To love Christ in
each deed
and thought
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