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Poem by Abby Smith - Church of God Missionary to Columbia

Behold the splendor of our God, rising from earth to scrape the Heavens.
The vista takes our breath away.
Behold the terror of our God, the whole earth shakes,
And the people tremble.
Little by little, we rebuild.
The earthquake drives the mountain toward the sky,
And the people stand in awe.
But we can’t have the mountain without the quake,
We can’t have the pleasure without the pain,
And the people ask why.
God is not gettable.

Everyone wants to climb the mountain,
But no one wants to feel the quake.
Still, it’s a path we all must travel.
Just and unjust, the same storm afflicts us all,
For too much sunshine makes a desert.
We can’t have life without the rain.
We can’t have the mountain without the tremor.
God is love, but God is holy,
And God is not gettable.

Behold the man upon the cross
Who climbed a mountain,
And the whole earth shakes.
We can’t have mercy without shed blood.
Without death, there is no life.
Fully human, yet wholly Divine,
Brought down to the pit but raised again.
This God is just not gettable.

Unworthy messengers, we proclaim the news
Of the Kingdom come already.
Still, we yearn for that which is not yet.
To live is Christ, to die is gain,
What then shall we choose?
Behold, that day when all shall be revealed!
The tears are dried, the heartaches cease,
And the finite disappears.
The people will rejoice.
We’ll rise to the mountain of our God,
And feel the Heavens shake before His throne.
Then we shall see Him face to face.
We will tremble,
And we will dance
Before a God who is not gettable

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