Friday, April 06, 2007

The Precious Blood


Before thy cross I kneel and see
the heinousness of my sin,
my iniquity that caused thee to be 'made a curse',
the evil that excites the severity of divine wrath.

Show me the enormity of my guilt by
the crown of thorns,
the pierced hands and feet,
the bruised body,
the dying cries.

Thy blood is the blood of incarnate God,
its worth infinite, its value beyond all thought.
Infinite must be the evil and the guilt that demands such a price.

Sin is my malady, my monster, my foe, my viper,
born in my birth,
alive in my life,
strong in my character,
dominating my faculties,
following me as a shadow,
intermingling with my every thought,
my chain that holds me captive in the empire of my soul.

Sinner that I am, why should the sun give me light,
the air supply breath,
the earth bear my tread,
its fruits nourish me,
its creatures subserve my ends?

Yet thy compassions yearn over me,
thy heart hastens to my rescue,
thy love endured my curse,
thy mercy bore my deserved stripes.

Let me walk humbly in the lowest depths of humiliation,
bathed in thy blood,
tender of conscience,
triumphing gloriously as an heir of salvation.

Valley of Vision, p. 41


David and Sharon said...

Thank you for your posts. I don't comment often - but Sharon and I both read yours and Gretchens post regularly.

Thank-you also for your recent comment encouraging me. The timing was impecable and it brought great joy to my heart!
Thanks so much.

Matthew Westerholm said...

Based on your love for Valley 'O Vision, I think you would really love the old poem "The Sacrifice" by George Herbert (1633).

I posted highlights at

Blessings This Resurrection Day!


aaron_melissa said...

don't really have a comment abou t your post but I wanted to tell you Happy Birthday and that I was thinking of you today. love you