The Law, though written into stone,
Could not be etched in our stone hearts.
And so the Lord made His law flesh,
When Christ embodied righteousness.
His heart of flesh He now imparts,
His law within the ones He owns.
And though the Father knows all things,
And though His Law makes our sins bare,
Yet He does not remember them.
The Law in us does not condemn,
Its nearness births in us a share,
As heirs to the Eternal King.
A priest must hold the people’s place to God,
To represent them and beg for redemption,
As intercessor for his fatal flock –
But how, if he is in the same condition?
For he has no effect if he is fallen,
And for his own sin sacrifices daily,
For then he can not quite complete his calling,
Performing sacrifice perpetually.
Our fitting priest must yet be like to us,
Yet holy, harmless, wholly undefiled,
And separated from all sinful lusts:
One sacrifice to make us reconciled.
A man, yet higher than the heavens, He,
Who gives Himself, the sacrifice sufficient,
Enthroned and perfect God eternally,
When (radiant) to life again He’s risen.
All other priests were then a type of Him,
Their sanctuary, too, a shadowed image.
Yet He is the true minister to men,
The priest – yet sacrifice – without a blemish.
Let every father train his children well,
In love and patience – humble for your part,
All for their good – you dying to yourself,
For anger breeds up anger in their hearts.
Yet loving them requires discipline,
To guide their wayward souls to God’s decrees.
Confronting; demonstrating pain of sin,
Correct with words or rod as is their need.
And after discipline be quick to love.
Affection is the most effective means,
To show atonement from the Lord above;
So discipline will make their conscience clean.
Your discipline will shape their view of God,
His saving grace must be shown by your rod.