Marmalade-hued mercies brim...
It is Good Friday Eve.
I wrote this poem this morning but was unable to post it
before heading to my mother to help with some spring cleaning
so what began as an aubade is now a vesper!
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He was delivered up by God’s set plan and foreknowledge,
and you, by the hands of the lawless,
put Him to death by nailing Him to the cross.
Acts 2:21
And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.’
Acts 4:12
Salvation exists in no one else,
And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.’
Acts 4:12
Salvation exists in no one else,
for there is no other name under heaven given to men
He gave His one and only Son,
that everyone who believes in Him
shall not perish but have eternal life.
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From yon formless fount of ages
Marmalade-hued mercies brim
Over Bygone’s battered stages
Roll the lyrics of hope’s hymn
As night’s brooding backdrops dim
Hark! What holy favours fashion
Melodies of grace unfurled
Pulsing with divine compassion
Like springtime’s first bud uncurled
From the Savior of the world
He, who bore sin’s gory pardon
Whose blood poured in agony
First in Gethsemane’s Garden
Then in full, at Calvary
As He died for you and me
He, who did not scorn love’s calling
Knowing from the start, its price
On the cross, crude and appalling
Only Jesus could suffice
To be sin’s last sacrifice
Look! In every hand a hammer
Hark! On every tongue, vile jeers
While like a Lamb, led to slaughter
Obedience perseveres
Through atonement's lonely tears
He who rose again, victorious
Overthrowing death and hell
He makes every morning glorious
Sweetens suffering’s citadel
With hope’s unrelenting bell
…pealing from morn’s formless fountain
Mercies brim, marmalade-hued
Heavens throbbing with redemption
-anthems of God’s grace renewed
Worship bursts with gratitude
Jesus, Jesus, darling Saviour
Ransom for me, wretched clod
Forgives all who ask this favour
Salvation, a gift from God
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!