The Fullness of Jesus

He filled heaven's vastness with His All-Present Being,
From the first to the last, All-Knowing, All-Seeing;
All eternity knew of His Personhood there -
No space was unfilled, no corner left bare.

But His fullness He took far below on a day
When He left heaven empty in a manger to lay.
His brightness and glory, His radiance and light
Filled the Bethlehem stable on that long ago night.

But the manger in darkness and emptiness lay
When barren He left it ... long ago ... far away,
And filled up a cross on Calvary's hill
And emptied Himself to do God's perfect will.

He left empty the manger and the heavens above
But the cross bore the fullness of His fullness of love.
He filled it with all of the sin of our race
And bore it Himself at the Skull's awful place.

And when He had died they removed Him from thence,
When all of His blood and His life had been spent.
But the fullness of sin He took to the grave
And left it all there so that we could be saved.

They came to the tomb in the chill morning air
And were told "He is risen!" He was no longer there!
They looked in and saw the grave empty and bare
With naught but the grave clothes He left lying there!

The heavens, the manger, the cross and the tomb
Were all filled with His Presence, but emptied, for soon
He would come in His fullness, not portion nor part,
To fill up the void of my poor, empty heart.

Once empty, once barren, once longing for peace,
My heart knows a fullness that never will cease.
The fullness of Jesus, God's fullness of love,
Has come to my heart from heaven above!