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-Nails didn't keep Jesus on the cross--LOVE FOR HIS CHILDREN DID.
-Descensus
a poem by Michael S. Horton
Copyright 1996 Alliance of Confessing Evangelicals
To scale the wall of wisdom with ropes of keenest thoughts,
stealing my way by intense reflection into the presence of God;
Climbing, searching, grasping, finding--the idol of my imagination.
To climb high masts of warm emotion and zealous devotion,
espying His secret place by ascending into the heart of God;
Feeling, loving, experiencing, groping--the idol of my emotion.
To pull myself up with sturdy hands and by deepest resolve,
arriving in Paradise by power and skill into the Consuming Fire;
Discovering, pulling, arriving--at the pool of my own reflection.
Can this mind, darkened by sin's black night,
discover God's face,
storm heaven's gate,
and put fear to flight?
Can this heart, so fickle and frail,
surrender itself,
bend its will,
and love without fail?
Can these hands, weak and small,
raise me to Zion's heights,
bring me to Heaven's light,
and fulfill God's holy Law?
Not in my mind can I find a God who though just calls me friend.
Not in my heart are there godly motions sufficient to end all sin and doubting.
Not in my hands is there strength or skill to bring myself to God.
(If these are my hope, then all fears are right and faith takes flight,
no more delight myself in light, for the light consumes me.)
But in Your mind, O Lord, not mine, fertile with plans of my redemption;
And in Your heart, well-spring of your own Son's passion;
And in Your hands, strong to save and to keep forever,
do my hopes return and does my strength take cheer--
now not in my ascending to You, my God, but in Your descent to me,
For it is not that I have found You, but that You, my King, have found me.
-There's a ragamuffin loose
On the streets of gold,
He is barefoot,
He is laughing,
And he is home.
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