Coronavirus and Christ
A poem by John Piper
Full access isn’t far.
We can’t release more of our sound journalism without a subscription, but we can make it easy for you to come aboard.
Get into news that is grounded in facts and Biblical truth for as low as $3.99 per month.
Current WORLD subscribers can log in to access content. Just go to "SIGN IN" at the top right.LET'S GO
Already a member? Sign in.
My God, my King, my Emperor, My all-designing Engineer, My Rider through the skies, with roar And speed and help, my Charioteer,
My Judge, my Advocate, Release, My Doom Averted and my Ransom Met, My Execution and my Peace, My Friend, my willing Surrogate,
My wind-borne Life, my Health, my Death, My Door to Paradise, my Gain, My everlasting Lungs, my Breath, My final Thorn, my End of pain,
What must you give or take, my God, That we might live and never die, When we have died? What kiss or rod, My King, must your fierce love apply?
A thousand days and nights pain free? A hundred years with solvent banks? Touch down without a casualty— Again! How many giving thanks?
Or must it be catastrophe? A crash? A million rich made poor? A helpless child swept out to sea? A grief? A virus without cure?
Whatever, O my God, my King, Whatever you must give or take, Waste not, my Lord, this suffering, But come and shake this world awake.
And then, this sleep of death behind, Slay every dream that once enticed With emptiness. Light every mind To see, alive, the worth of Christ:
Our Life. Our Everlasting Health. Our endless Waterfall Of grace. Our faith’s Reward. Our Wealth. Our Pleasure Infinite. Our All.
—John Piper’s most recent book is Coronavirus and Christ
If you enjoyed this article and would like to support WORLD's brand of Biblically sound journalism, click here.
Please wait while we load the latest comments...
Please register, subscribe, or log in to comment on this article.