Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Once again, an oxymoron, thorns composing a rich crown? My brain does not even begin to fathom how great this really is, or why my God would so this for you and me, but He has. Love and sorrow has met, and I am blessed because of it. So are you.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
I like these words. I especially struggle with the last two stanzas--All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. Ouch!
We sing, "When I survey the wondrous cross" frequently at contemporary service. It is combined with another song. Many Sundays I've sang the following words:
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
I know and love these words, but do I really mean it? Do I really mean that: God may have my soul, God may have my life, God may have my all, God may have all my stuff, God may have all my hopes, God may have all my dreams, God may have my all desires, God may have all my intellect, God may have all my (fill in the blank for yourself!) What do you struggle with giving to God? Readers please share so that we can encourage one another.
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My stuff, dreams and friends.
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