O Lord of breathless beauty
O Lord of joy divine
Combining love and duty
I yield this soul of mine.
I deserve all Your judgement
You deserve all my love
Yet withholding then my punishment
You came from Heaven above.
We don’t deserve remembrance
Forgiveness we’ve not earned
Yet You, our loving Saviour
Were beaten, tortured, spurned.
You died for the unforgiving
You died for the unaware
And yet with all Your giving
Heaven’s opened, we are welcomed there.
So Lord on this Your birthday
We remember too Your death
And how You offered mercy
On Your last, such laboured breath.
We raise our arms to worship
We lift our hearts in love
We’ll walk the way of Calvary
Till we reach our home above.
Wyn Barratt Dec 2012.
2 comments:
So lovely, Wyn. Your poetry sometimes soothes, sometimes challenges, always blesses. Thanks for sharing your gift. Merry Christmas!
Thank you Pam!
A very joyful Christmas to you and your loved ones.
I can't resist a bit of a sermon sometimes!
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