Leviticus 26:14-46: Covenant Curses

Cursed are those who disobey:
With sweat and bleeding pain,
With thorns all they will reap,
With darkness in the day,
The clouds their rain will keep.

Cursed are those who disobey:
And they shall walk in fear,
With ravaging of beasts,
With sickness ever near,
When harvesting will cease.

Cursed are those who disobey:
The Lord shall send distress,
Who rouse His furious rage,
Will eat their children’s flesh,
In desolation razed.

Cursed are those who disobey:
Who challenge what God loves,
The holy desecrate,
His graciousness rebuffed,
They’ll see His holy hate.

Cursed are those who disobey:
Destroyed by foreign foes,
They’ll flee though none pursue,
Their blood in ravage flows,
Their seed God will dilute.

Cursed are those who disobey:
Is that not all of us?
Who break the Law of God,
Who never can be just,
Deserve His dreadful rod?

Cursed are those who disobey:
But Jesus took the curse,
With thorns, and sweat, and blood,
And darkness on the earth,
To take the wrath of God.

Cursed are those who disobey:
But humble then your heart,
Confess your sordid sins,
Forgiveness He imparts,
To those who trust in Him.

Cursed are those who disobey:
Yet He now counts us blessed,
Removing all our sins,
In righteousness now dressed,
Acceptable to Him.

Then you will take the land,
With children your reward,
Accepted from His hand,
A blessing from the Lord.

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Leviticus 24:10-23: Stoning the Rebel

A rebel in the camp,
And rage like dams then broken.
An unrepentant tramp,
His blasphemy is spoken.
Are we not all as he?
Our arrogance our glee,
We love iniquity,
Our faith a feeble token.

With death the punishment,
His witness and his stoning,
Since he would not repent,
He dies with none bemoaning.
Then death should fall on us,
For this is right and just,
The price of hate and lust,
Our goodness not atoning.

Then sinning has this price:
Both death and then damnation;
The law of life for life,
For man of any station.
Is there yet some release,
To cleanse our blasphemies?
Yes, Jesus our high-priest,
Has died for our salvation.

And taking Him outside,
My sin to Him equated,
And there He bled and died,
And justice vindicated.
And I, the rebel, cleansed,
Forgiveness from my sins,
Returning praise to Him,
For grace that He created.

Leviticus 22:17-25: An Acceptable Gift

Dost Thou, Lord, command me to bring,
An offering into Thy presence?
What gift is as sacred as Thou?
Though made up of earth’s fleshly essence?
And Thou hast been known to consume,
Who offered a gift not deemed worthy,
As Cain was expelled from his home,
Uzziah Thou struck with leprosy.
And too, Ananias was slain,
And Nadab and Abihu steaming,
The terror of giving what is stained,
The dread of Thy wrath on receiving.
For, Lord, know that we all are blind,
And spiritually also are crippled.
Refusing to see what we find,
Our mind wanders after our ripples.
Our heart ever festers in sin,
And torn, mutilated, castrated,
Our praise coming not from within,
Thus immature in what Thou hated.
In giving we’re prone to be rash,
And never then leaving a remnant.
And counting Thy gifts as our trash,
But wasted, un-thanking what Thou sent.
O me! Justly damned from Thy sight.
There is nothing good I can give Thee.
My gift is but refuse and blight,
Preparing then for Thou to kill me.
But Lord, Thou accepted me yet.
For Christ’s good to me Thou imputed.
My blemish Thou chose to forget,
Denying when devils disputed.
My heart Thou redeemed to be pure,
Accepting me seven times over.
My gift I may give ever sure,
That Thou any blemish will cover.
In thanks let me give all I can,
In wonder at what Thou hast given.
Then offered in my tainted hands,
My heart, counted holy to Heaven.