I am a wholly 
Unlovable creature— 
Despicable in character, 
Corrupted in nature,
An ungrateful creation,
Despising its creator;
Justly deserving wrath
For its insubordination. 

To look upon me
Is not to behold beauty,
But filth—
Depravity.

And yet— 

The King of kings
Looked anyway— 
Fixing his gaze
In pity, mercy,
And love. 
He chose
The extraordinary;  
To bear His own wrath—
Justly deserved,
But not for His own sins—
for mine— 
The deplorable creature 
Upon whom His gaze was fixed.
And not for mine alone,
But for the whole of His creation.

Seeing beyond
The despicable, 
Love incarnate 
Unselfishly chose
Another’s highest good— 
For His own glory,
That we might 
See,
And 
Savor, 
The weight of His worth—
His glory,
Above all else.

Love bore all— 
Even His own 
Justly deserved wrath— 
For me!

Oh, what a wonder!
Wonder of wonders!
Wonder beyond all wonders!