Skrevet af Jørn Nielsen
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Onsdag, 20. februar 2019 10:39 |
Tune: Beneath the cross of Jesus...
O, praise our great Creator, for lo, the spring has come, the blackbirds are all busy soon, the bees do gladly hum, the lark that warbles in the air up high with God alone, and its song of praise composed up there, we on earth make our own!
The spring with all its newborn life points to that paradise, that in His love God has prepared as His unique devise! The earth despite its sinfulness is full of beauty still, but its real beauty at its best to my heart is Calv´ry´s hill!
Christ in His risen glory my eyes shall one day see, then at my death and grave I´ll laugh as from its pit I flee, before His Throne arrayed in white my wounds will then be healed, in the heav´nly light I clearly see what on earth was not revealed!
And to my small Gethsemane I´ll quietly resort, God help me there to feed upon His word that has me taught to pray in earnest and expect Him soon to intervene in a world that Jesus does reject on this short-term godless scene!
Febr. 20, 2019 - jn
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