When On Love's Wounds We Meditate...

 ...lest I make a fuss about things not needful!😆

(it's not that bad, really!)

Who knew all these years later the hanky from my gramma

that became church-mice and babies in a  hammock
and many other folded creations,

as I sat for two hours in church every Sunday morning,

would become a mask!!!

I also have a 'real' one, don't worry!

(sometimes when I forget what's really important it's good to

take time to revisit and remember.)

When on love’s wounds we meditate

And contemplate the price

Of He who left heaven’s estate

To be sin’s sacrifice

Then what we suffer here below

Begins to dwarf in scale

For He, whose grace whereby we go

Grants love that will not fail

When we revisit Calvary

And stand among the men

Who nailed his body to the tree

(and we were one of them)

Then we begin to humbly see

How filthy we had been

How utterly unworthy we

That His blood washes clean

Then we with sorrow-mingled joy

Are overcome with awe

God’s grace is free without decoy

His love is Mercy’s law

And should I take my eyes off He

Who suffered in my stead

Lord, lead me back to Calvary

Beneath the blood You shed

© Janet Martin