Unchangeable God of Grace,
Merciful Lord of Heaven and Earth,
Your hand painted me from clay,
I, frail and full of ash.

The more I see You,
The less, I see myself.
Full of Ashes and Draped in ashes,
I seek You—the Eternal Being.
Breathe in me, O Jesus,
Grant me life anew.

Teach me to love You
As You command.
Hear the cry of this image,
Shaped by Your hand from ash.
You, the High Eternal;
Me, but a fleeting creature.

Before I could praise or love You,
I had to know You—
Yet how could I know You
Unless You called me? Clean me as you like
It was Your gift of faith,
Your grace,
That drew my gaze toward You,
Toward Your equal, “The Son of Man,”
And to the “Spirit of Truth.”

You contain Heaven and Earth and Everything There,
Their songs rising in perfect obedience.
And I, a fragment of Your creation,
Lift my voice as well.

Do not hide Your face
From this poor dreamer,
This seeker of truth.
You formed me,
And did not wish me, To vanish among Your wonder creatures.

My heart, restless, finds peace in You alone.
Yet, how can any part of me
Hold even a shadow of Your glory?
For long, I dreamt of holding You within me,
But how could this heart of flesh
Contain even a piece of You? Not exploding?!

You called, and You came.
You filled me with Your boundless love.
And still,
I remain the beggar—Ever longing for more mercy,
More grace.

My Lord, Holy God,
An awe-full mystery to me.
Your mercy is Holy,
Your love is Holy,
Your justice is Holy,
Your knowledge is Holy.

Your Spirit is Holy,
Your Son is Holy,
Your Word is Holy,
Your City is Holy.
Your Sabbath is Holy,
Your days are Holy days,
Your life is Holy.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
What You call Holy—is Holy.
I repent of my unholiness.

You are Holy—
The undefinable Mystery,
The Holy Mystery to me,
"The unholy creature."

Grant me grace and mercies
To be Holy, Touch my heart!
Make me a Holy son for You.

You have drawn me to Yourself—
The ever-magnet of my soul,
Always attracted,
Yet fearful of Your Holiness.

Trying to live with You,
Yet I cannot live without You!

**The following blog post is a poem written by one of our church members - John K.

It was not my choice to step on this earth,
Nor to be given life, nor the place of my birth.
Father and Mother were not my choices,
My own decisions fleeting, like all of mankind’s voices.

You breathed air into me, gave me the spark,
Opened my eyes to see stars in the dark.
I marveled at wonders, creation so vast,
And questioned tomorrow by looking at the past.

What is this love? How could I know?
A gift from my mother—her warmth would show.
She fed me with care, her heart so wide,
Yet in my youth—foolishly—I questioned, I pried.

“Why bring me here?” I challenged her so,
But she too bore questions she couldn't let go.
Years passed, and shame cast its light on me,
How blind I had been to her love so free!

Her love was my first, sacrificial and true,
A mirror of something far greater—You.
For years, I searched, thirsty and lost,
Seeking a love that could bear any cost.

You gave me a mind to ponder and yearn,
With endless questions at every turn.
“Who is He? Whose image am I?
What lies beyond the stars in the sky?”

I couldn't see You, not even my face;
How could I fathom Your boundless grace?
Yet, You called me, the lowest of all,
From dust to Your image, You bid me to fall.

Your angels cry “Holy,” unending in song,
Yet still, You sought me, though I felt so wrong.
What did You see in this creature of clay,
To choose me, to love me, to show me the way?

Through Your Son, I saw Your design,
A love eternal, a grace divine.
You answered my questions, You quieted my fear;
Through whispers of truth, Your presence drew near.

No place can I flee, no shadow to hide,
For You fill all time, all space, all sides.
Your will became mine, as You shaped my heart;
Your grace rewrote what I thought from the start.

Now, I stand, no longer alone,
Held in Your mercy, forever Your own.
The smallest touch of You—vast and true—
Is more than enough to make me pursue

A life of worship, through Your Son,
Until Your eternal kingdom is won.
My thirst is quenched, my hunger stilled;
By Your love, my soul is fulfilled.

A note from Pastor Kenny: We have a member in our church who spends much of his time studying God’s Word and writing out his reflections on it. He wants to use the gifts God has given Him to encourage and challenge the body of Christ at MissionWay. I told him I would be happy to post some of these reflections on our church blog. The following is from John K.

He was seated on the throne of God.
He heard the voice of God saying,
“Who will go for us?”
The seraphs were calling out, "Holy, Holy, Holy."
This is the Trisagion, representing the Godhead:
Holy (the Father), Holy (the Son), and Holy (the Spirit) together.

Could it be that the seraphs repeated "Holy" three times to reflect the Trinity? We see this again on earth at Christ's baptism: The Father's voice, the Son Jesus, and the Spirit's dove together. All three were also present "in the beginning" (Genesis 1-2).

In both the Old and New Testaments, repetition in Scripture emphasizes God's words, directing our attention to matters of finality, intensity, and amplification. In English and many other languages, we show emphasis through bold, italics, underlining, or exclamation marks. However, Hebrew writings do not use these forms of emphasis. Instead, they employ repetition, with words and phrases repeated to drive home their importance.

Hebrew poetic texts contain elements like parallelism, condensed language, and rich imagery. In the Semitic tradition, a triple repetition of a word—often seen in both Old and New Testaments—expresses the superlative, such as “High-Higher-Highest.” This pattern often relates to God’s pronouncements and serves as a means of highlighting the divine nature of YAHWEH.

Here are a few examples of how Hebrew repetition works:

• Genesis 39:10: "yom yom" means "every day."

• Judges 16:20: "kefa'am befa'am" means "each time."

• Leviticus 20:19: "'ish 'ish" means "any man."

• Deuteronomy 14:22: "Shanah Shanah" means "year after year."

• Ezekiel 21:27: "A ruin, a ruin, a ruin."

• Jeremiah 22:29: "O land, land, land."

• Revelation 4:8: "Holy, Holy, Holy."

So when you encounter repetition in the Scriptures - especially the Old Testament, it is meant to draw your attention in and emphasize what is being said. God is not just Holy, He is “Holy, Holy, Holy!”