The Corn of Wheat (John. 12:24) |
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Skrevet af Jørn Nielsen
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Onsdag, 03. juni 2015 06:44 |
Tune: Amazing Grace
Dear troubled soul, oh do not fret about a trusted friend, whose faithlessness you can´t forget, its wounds you cannot mend!
A godly woman said to me once many years ago, “A doormat you are called to be that Him you forth may show!
So to your good grief say goodbye, the battle is not yours, we die, indeed, that you and I may have Heav´n´s fresh downpoors!
We´re called to be that “corn of wheat” that falls into the soil, the trampling by the doormat´s feet calls forth the Spirit´s oil!
Thus Christ we follow in His death just like that corn of wheat that with His resurrection breath lost sinners we may meet!
June 2, 2015 - jn
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