Marred
by rebellion, which God loathed,
And
cast out by their sin
Adam
and Eve still go out clothed
By
God in coats of skin.
So
though we all display sin’s taint
By
habit and by birth
We
may go forth without restraint
Clothed
in the Saviour’s worth.
The
younger son was steeped in wrongs
God
could not but detest -
The
Father shows where he belongs
And
clothes him in His best.
And
thus repentant sinners find,
Though
consciously undone,
God’s
every act towards them is kind -
He
clothes them in His Son.
Though
merely human goodness drags
The
priest’s clothes in the mire
God
substitutes for filthy rags
His
festival attire -
Outwith
the range of Satan’s barb
We
stand before God’s face
In
pure and splendid priestly garb
Made
suitable through grace.
The
elders sit around the throne
Each
clothed in robes of white,
Secured
by God to be His own
And
dwell with Him in light:
All
thought of variation past
Through
Christ they are complete;
They
bow before the throne and cast
Their
crowns before His feet.
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ReplyDeletedear david...this poem is so dear and close to my heart....when i was 17 and wanting so much to be saved, i was in such dankness and i just couldn't see!...i said to the lord, "i know that i deserve to go to hell but you are just too far away!"
ReplyDeletewell then on my knees as i read luke 15 the story of the lost son{that was surely me!}, i came upon the verse, " And he arose, and came to his father. But when HE was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him."
god was not the one that was far away...he was there all the time..it was ME that was so far away!....in that very moment i was saved david.
later on in my christian life, i saw that the lost and rebellious son should have been stoned..when he started back to return to the father, he had a little idea that he could at least become a servant, but the closer he got home he dropped that line and just threw himself at the fathers mercy, and cried, "i have sinned and am no more worthy to be called thy son......and then the father who already had his arms around the son before he even uttered these words said to his servants,"bring forth the best robe and put it on him"....no stones for his son...only a ring on his finger and a new pair of shoes and giant celebration party!
do you think david that when the father ran to embrace his lost son that his servants also ran beside him because they were right there with him close enough that the father said to them to brin those new clothes....i think that perhaps there are many christians that are speaking and encouraging the lost to come to the lord jesus.....
.so much in this chapter that it seems it never grows old.
thanks for sharing this poem that the lord jesus gave to you david.
it is still early in the morning and so i will go to sleep a while and muse on this post.....with christian love, terry