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Friday, July 17, 2020

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



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