When David fled, by his own son compelled,
God stalled the council of Ahithophel.
Assyria was shattered in her plan,
Who sought to overtake the Promised Land.
The plots of Haman overturned and hung,
Sanbalet’s slaughter never yet begun.
And even Christ, unjustly crucified,
All planned of God, before were prophesied.
The kings of earth are little more than worms,
Their plots the providence of God confirm.
O, happy then the land who loves the Lord,
A people God has summoned by His word.
He saves us! Often we will never know,
The threats – temptations we can’t overthrow.
He watches all, omniscient, seeing still,
And guides the world according to His will.
The eye of fondness on His youthful Bride,
But prosecution towards the other side.
The thoughts of men not hidden yet from Him,
Who formed all minds and makes the world to spin.
He frustrates the plans of all His enemies,
And bring His loved ones to eternity.
To sanctify us from our dark estate,
That we may all His acts of glory state.
Who hardens hearts, as Pharaoh’s, to their doom,
Or turns them, as the Persian kings have done,
Though soft or hard or damned or saved to life,
All men pay service to the plan of Christ.
“Why have this confidence?
With what authority?
How can you pardon sins?
Who do you claim to be?
How can you claim this true?
What narrow-minded hate!
Why listen then to you?
Or heed the words you say?
Why are you never swayed?
Nor care for our esteem?
Why are you ever staid?
Why your audacity?”
“Is this then your concern?
Then let me ask you this:
Why do you chose to spurn,
The truth to end resent?
When pressure then is high,
What is your guiding light?
What do you sacrifice?
What do you hold on tight?
For this reveals your god:
The idol in your mind,
And strips through your facade,
The main concern to find.
But you must give it all,
In sacrifice to Christ.
Through every pain recall:
God’s grace will all suffice.”
Behold the winter withers soon,
For see, the herald flower blooms,
To show the rebirth to ensue,
The harbinger of God’s redemption.
The advent of His coming grace,
When He appeared here, face to face,
He healed the captive and abased,
Those in the curse of sin’s affliction.
For He had come to heal the sick:
The blind and filthy in their sin,
Who had the faith to call to Him,
Through them rebuking man’s dissension.
He healed with His authority,
The King of earth and sky and sea,
But full of human empathy,
And touching people in compassion.
He healed then to restore the lost,
And to restore from sinning’s cost,
The reason, too, He took His cross:
The bonds of sinful curse unfashion.
For He has born our grief and pain,
To kill the curse was why He came,
Restoring sinners in His name,
To consummate in full redemption!