The Covenant Blessing of Jesus (Leviticus 26)

The blessings of the covenant,
Fulfilled at several times,
But totally in Jesus Christ,
Let me recall to mind:
His way bred productivity,
With bounty born around,
With fish and bread with few to find,
And wine in water found.
His way brought children all could see,
For He, a child, came,
With children best His praises sang,
Their emblem He acclaimed.
His way was paved in victory,
For none could overthrow,
He cast down soldiers, walked through mobs,
He even death laid low.
His way displaying liberty,
Demoniacs released,
Both death and sickness came unbound,
Those free whom He set free.
And in His way was always peace,
Who healed His foeman’s ear,
Uniting Jews and vulgar Greeks,
And stilling seas of fear.
And in His way, too, God was seen,
For He is “God with us,”
And with His blood bought us for God,
Betrothed, to heaven thrust.


Balaam’s Anarchy (Jude 8-11)

Three types of men of whom we read,
Subverting truth in these three ways:
Ungodly words and thoughts and deeds,
Pretend to grace while license seed,
And from Christ’s kingship turn away.

For they have turned to futile dreams,
In libertine defilement,
Who make their bodies full unclean,
Rebellion is the food they glean,
And on anarchy fully bent,

When Satan comes then to accuse,
Stoop not to disrespect your head,
For Michael, standing for the Jews,
Asked only that the Lord rebuke,
When incensed by what Satan said.

Stoop therefore not as foolish beasts,
Abusing all familiar things,
And always on their lusting feast,
While mocking what they can not see,
Swift judgment on them Jesus brings.

Beware of Cain whose bitterness,
Towards God led him to swiftly kill,
Beware of Balaam and his press,
Beware of Karah’s restlessness,
Licentious anarchy instilled.

Receive the words that Jesus gave,
Acknowledge Him as your true head,
For He alone has power to save,
And free us from rebellion’s grave,
And raise our spirits from the dead.

The Fight of Faith

We vie against a lie, my friends,
Against all Satan’s hoards of sin,
We’re called by God then to contend,
A mental fight of faith.

And spare no effort to pursue,
The one who saved and hallowed you,
If strain and sweat could yet renew,
Our passion for the faith.

For now we struggle to embrace,
Our trust in God must be first place,
In passion preach the Father’s grace,
Intense the fight of faith.

This common faith, my friends, we share,
Our trust in God to Him laid bare,
Who dares His judgment not to spare,
And damned who lost their faith.

Thus rest in Christ’s authority,
For rebels lose their liberty,
As did hell’s principalities,
Who fought their primal faith.

Damnation is a horror real,
For every sin will judgment feel,
In penitence, then, humbly kneel,
Renew your fight for faith.

Renew your faith in Jesus Christ,
And trust in Him throughout your life,
Friends, persevere, and fight His fight,
To earn His life by faith.