How oft we scorn Thy nail-scarred Hand
Because we do not understand
Thy faultless thought or perfect will
Yet, oh, my Lord, You love us still
You lay before our thankless eyes
Thy glory, glimpsed in waking skies
Over the earth Thy mercies spill
For, oh my Lord, You love us still
Did ever such a love before
To hearts of everyone implore?
Your grace forgives sin’s vilest ill
Because oh Lord, you love us still
While we showcase pathetic boast
Claiming Thy throne to raise a toast
Mindless from whence life’s blessings spill
You see, yet choose to love us still
Oh, patient Father, Keeper, Friend
How oft you hear our lips pretend
While you behold the heart; evil
Yet, oh my Lord, you love us still
Then, stir in us a purer want
Greater than human nature’s taunt
So that we may Thy call fulfill
Remembering You love us still
...and should we gaze where footsteps slip
Return us to Thy fellowship
Pouring in us hope's glad refill
For oh my Lord, You love us still
© Janet Martin
No greater blessing than His love.
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...and why is that SO easy to forget?!
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