Whence all these gifts and graces still arise

I found this lovely poem on Twitter during the week. Unfortunately I didn't write down who actually tweeted it (and think it came through the work account), but it apparently comes from the back of a book called Redeeming Transcendence in the Arts by Jeremy Begbie.

Anyone in Australia who has seen the documentary For the Love of God in cinemas recently would know that John Dickson refers to Christianity as a beautiful composition, that is played either well or badly by those who claim to follow it (which doesn't alter the beauty of the composition itself). The last line of this poem cast allusions to that concept. May we play it well.