Friday, June 08, 2012

The Precious Blood

A prayer from The Valley of Vision:

Before thy cross I kneel and see
          the heinousness of my sin,
          my iniquity that caused thee to be
             ‘made a curse’,
          the evil that excites the severity
             of divine wrath.
Show me the enormity of my guilt by
   the crown of thorns,
   the pierced hands and feet,
   the bruised body,
   the dying cries.
Thy blood is the blood of incarnate God,
   its worth infinite, its value beyond all thought.
Infinite must be the evil and guilt
   that demands such a price.
Sin is my malady, my monster, my foe, my viper,
   born in my birth,
   alive in my life,
   strong in my character,
   dominating my faculties,
   following me as a shadow,
   intermingling with my every thought,
   my chain that holds me captive in the
     empire of my soul.
Sinner that I am, why should the sun give me light,
   the air supply breath,
   the earth bear my tread,
   its fruits nourish me,
   its creatures subserve my ends?
Yet thy compassions yearn over me,
   thy heart hastens to my rescue,
   thy love endured my curse,
   thy mercy bore my deserved stripes.
Let me walk humbly in the lowest depths
     of humiliation,
   bathed in thy blood,
   tender of conscience,
   triumphing gloriously as an heir of salvation.

1 comment:

Johanna said...

Amen! Super beautiful... ~Johanna