Friday, 4 March 2011


I came to Jesus as the Father drew me,
Although I did not know it at the time;
While before time He purposed to pursue me
With blessings both eternal and sublime;
If Jacob clothed his son in splendid vesture
The Father chose to clothe me in His best;
In each of these I see a Father’s gesture
Towards one He wishes to enjoy His rest.
I am among the sons He loves to gather
In line with the good pleasure of His will,
Who all rejoice in crying “Abba, Father”
In loving tones which time will never still.
We know the Father’s love is marvellous
As witnessed in all He has done for us.

1 comment:

I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!