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.
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.
The Lord will write His law upon our minds,
And on our hearts His holy words inscribe.
And He will be to us a God indeed,
And we will be His kin, His holy seed.
And we’ll no longer urge our brothers, “Start,
To learn of God.” For we’ll know Him by heart.
This covenant the Lord will bring to pass,
By graciousness to our unrighteousness.
For He has paid the price that we deserve,
With justice pacified as grace is served.
He wipes our guilt off of His slate,
Remembers naught, for His own mercy’s sake.
Now cling unto this covenant of grace,
For the old covenant has been displaced,
As were the Canaanites thrust from the land,
To bring the promise God gave Abraham.
Do you not see the marvelous gift this is?
There is no better covenant than this!