The father of the faithful, Abraham,
At Yahweh’s call, with faith, abandoned all,
Without a question left his father’s tent,
Without a clue where he would make his stay,
And with his family, lightly-packed, he went,
With total trust that God would guide his way.
A city built by God awaited him,
And full adoption as Jehovah’s kin.
For Abram longed to see the promised land,
As Sarah longed to birth the promised seed,
And they observed a type of Yahweh’s plan,
But not the Lord’s fulfillment full indeed:
The Father, too, was faithful to His plan,
And to His only Son gave Abram’s call.
Before Your face we bow in shame.
We tremble at Your holy name.
Your law shows us condemned,
In slavery to our sin.
Your justice says we must be slain.
No penance, gift, or sacrifice,
No list of laws will yet suffice.
For every moral law,
Declares to us our flaws,
And they will never make us right.
But Christ makes right all who are His.
His death a full forgiveness is.
He dying once for all,
Reverses Adam’s fall.
The veil removed from heaven’s bliss.
The Holy Place is open then,
And Jesus Christ will lead us in.
No dread before the Lord,
Our innocence restored,
In confidence approaching Him.
Lord, let me never turn again,
To working to remove my stain,
But let me rest in You.
I trust You will renew,
So in Your presence I remain.
Jehovah, like an artist, first began,
By roughly sketching His salvation’s plan.
The law in symbol, shadow, and out-line,
Would be memorial and as a sign.
For it could never fully cleanse our sin,
But must be done again and yet again.
And so the Father painted in the lines,
With flesh and blood the portrait He designed.
For God who spoke the Law now spoke once more,
His final Word, His Son who would restore:
This vibrant shape foreshadowed in the sketch,
Who was, and is, and who is coming yet.
God did not want the guts of slaughtered sheep,
But His desire is to make us clean.
He takes no pleasure in the blood of beasts,
But in His holy Bride is He well-pleased.
His will was never endless sacrifice,
But sons and daughters of the blood of Christ.
The portrait of salvation which God made –
Before the footings of the earth were laid –
He paints with blood and sinews of a man:
The incarnation was His perfect plan.
The Law was letters scribbled into stone,
In Christ God wrote again in flesh and bone,
To fill the nature which His law had lacked,
From contract to a personal contact.
The sketch has vanished in the final art,
The Law became a beating, human heart.