Healing

The Bread of Life born in the House of Bread,
And heaven’s hero in the house of war.
The Word of God no mortal man has said,
Though one day old, He Is – Eternal Lord.
I beat my breast, your splendor seen.
“If you are willing, make me clean.”

And looking at my low and lurid state,
Perfection I pursue in my own might.
Impossible! My efforts ever break,
My hideous me disclosed in dreadful fright.
This horrid hell! I cry, I keen,
“If you are willing, make me clean!”

O glorious grace my God has given free!
The lordly loving babe was born to save.
Messiah is my mirror, me to see,
Accepting me – the new me that he gave.
And washed in watered, gory, bleed.
“Lord, You, The Maker, made me clean!”

O Christ, consume my guilt in Calvary’s cross,
Hie hate to hell! – the babe, forgiveness, born.
The Lord-with-us accepting every loss,
All-Justice judged – for me forgiveness formed.
The Babe who died, yet conquered King,
Said, “I am willing, son, be clean!”

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One thought on “Healing

  1. There’s not a whole lot to say about this poem. “God demonstrated His love for us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” Jesus was born to save us! That is amazing news, because we can not save ourselves. I’ve tried to save myself, and I don’t recommend anyone else try — because you will fail. Only through God can we find salvation and sanctification. And that is God’s free gift. It’s the first Christmas gift! Thank God that he was willing to take a horrid, filthy sinner like me, pull me out of the dump heap, and say, “my son, be clean!”

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