Portrait of Salvation (Hebrews 10:1-10)

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.

“Behind a Frowning Providence…” (Psalm 33:9-15)

When David fled, by his own son compelled,
God stalled the council of Ahithophel.
Assyria was shattered in her plan,
Who sought to overtake the Promised Land.
The plots of Haman overturned and hung,
Sanbalet’s slaughter never yet begun.
And even Christ, unjustly crucified,
All planned of God, before were prophesied.

The kings of earth are little more than worms,
Their plots the providence of God confirm.
O, happy then the land who loves the Lord,
A people God has summoned by His word.
He saves us! Often we will never know,
The threats – temptations we can’t overthrow.
He watches all, omniscient, seeing still,
And guides the world according to His will.
The eye of fondness on His youthful Bride,
But prosecution towards the other side.

The thoughts of men not hidden yet from Him,
Who formed all minds and makes the world to spin.
He frustrates the plans of all His enemies,
And bring His loved ones to eternity.
To sanctify us from our dark estate,
That we may all His acts of glory state.
Who hardens hearts, as Pharaoh’s, to their doom,
Or turns them, as the Persian kings have done,
Though soft or hard or damned or saved to life,
All men pay service to the plan of Christ.