The Prisoner of Love | ||
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March 31 LOVE IS LIVING
“Every thing that may abide the fire, ye shall make it go
through the fire.”—Num. xxxi. 23.
I only marked the sin, the losses,
I only saw at first the crosses
And Christ in His grey Passion pain—
The Love that died
There crucified—
As though it could not rise again.
I did not look past outward sight
And guess the wonder
That was thereunder,
I did not hail the hidden Light;
It seemed, the very frame of things
Reeled at the central source and springs.
I only saw at first the crosses
And Christ in His grey Passion pain—
The Love that died
There crucified—
As though it could not rise again.
I did not look past outward sight
And guess the wonder
That was thereunder,
I did not hail the hidden Light;
It seemed, the very frame of things
Reeled at the central source and springs.
But then a deeper message spoken—
I found by death that death was broken,
And sin it was that suffered thus
The cruel shame,
Deliverance came
Alone through Calvary to us.
I found that in this judgment vial
And full free giving,
Grew life and living
For those that choose the Cross denial.
And now I know, whatever be,
Great love is all on earth and sea.
I found by death that death was broken,
And sin it was that suffered thus
The cruel shame,
Deliverance came
Alone through Calvary to us.
I found that in this judgment vial
And full free giving,
Grew life and living
For those that choose the Cross denial.
And now I know, whatever be,
Great love is all on earth and sea.
The Prisoner of Love | ||