Too Good

Will I be found a servant faithful and true?
Will I really be made new?
It sounds too good to be true
to one day be with You
I’ll probably taste death and then
my soul will rise to where it hasn’t been
in paradise as You told the thief
But these eyes have seen so much grief
it’s hard to believe, it sounds too good
As does the result of You nailed to wood
That great exchange sounds too good
until Your grace is understood
But then again can mere men
completely comprehend what it means when
words describe the One who’s always been?
So it is too good to fully understand
but I can take my foot off the sand
of my comprehension and onto the solid ground
of Christ crucified, alive and crowned