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Skrevet af Jørn Nielsen   
Onsdag, 12. marts 2014 06:23




”And it came to pass that on the morrow Moses went into
the tabernacle of witness, and behold, the rod of Aaron budded, and
brought forth buds, and bloomed blossoms…”  (Nu. 17:8)


The budding rod of Aaron was
a picture of the One
who rose triumphantly because
the night of death had gone!

The blossom is in Him alone
so hard for us to learn,
yet to His glory on the Throne
we in the dark must turn!

The rod was there throughout the night
until that morning came,
where Easter´s sunshine bright and light
did death´s surrender claim!

Do you go through the gloom of night?
Just do like Aaron´s rod,
the One who said, “Let there be light!”
is still next morning´s God!

Christ is the never failing light,
though sunk and lost you feel,
o, trust Him even in the night,
His dawn your soul will heal!

March 12, 2014 - jn

 
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