Forside Poetry The Grain of Wheat
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Skrevet af Jørn Nielsen   
Tirsdag, 19. januar 2016 09:59

Tune:  When I saw the cleansing fountain...

As the grain of wheat is dying
in a lonely, hidden ground,
in the dust we´re often lying,
yet God´s grace will there abound!

O, His cross I cannot fathom,
I am slow its pain to learn,
but once I its lesson welcome,
in my heart its zeal will burn!

Our charm and empty phrases     
must be put to Calv´ry´s death
through that death the Spirit raises
in us Easter´s life and breath!

Lo, the grains of wheat are many   
as our walk moves on with Christ,
if we think there are not any,
self must still be sacrificed!

Day by day our "grains" are dying
as by faith we Christ behold
not by vain self-occupying,
but as He our life does mould!

Jan. 19, 2016 - jn

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