Skrevet af Jørn Nielsen
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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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