When the life of your brother is threatened,
You must put your own life in his place.
When for help he most desperately beckons,
Then give up what you need for his sake.
For the Lord looked on us who were loath-full,
And risked all for the sake of our life,
With His blood He has bought our betrothal,
So would you make the same sacrifice?
And remain in the light of the scripture,
For our love only comes through the Lord,
And apart from the heavenly Teacher,
You can never hope, love, or restore.
For to love God will benefit others,
And obeying will bring His reward,
Then the best way to show love to brothers,
Is first formed when we follow the Lord.
And remove all the snares that will stumble,
Choose to love in the face of their hate.
If they nag or disdain or just grumble,
Yet continue in love to partake.
And reject all the sins that you’re nursing,
You’re forgiven – forgiven indeed!
He has taken all sin and all cursing,
Give the love you most desperately need.
God chose us not through works we’ve done,
Obtained adoption for His own,
Our free redemption through His son,
Done at the cross – our sin’s atoned,
Now making all His mysteries known,
Entitled as heirs of His throne,
Within His Spirit sealed and grown –
So, for His glory, grace was shown!
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.