I would like to be a “homely old soul” some day with a face not quite perfect with warts and brown blots. I would like to be unaware of me and only fixed on my Savior singing from a old hymn book.
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains
A pleasant peasant’s face lit with joy and laughing wrinkles. No one would be afraid of me because there would be no fear in me. And someone would say, “she was so loving, I would have sworn her beautiful.”
The thought that brings a far off look is remembering the day when I realized a God who hated my sin, but loved me unconditionally. He clothed Himself with all my rags of unrighteousness in order to die and bury my sin. Then, returned rom deep darkness to my sin. Then returned from deep darkness to wrap me in white robes of His righteousness The joy of beginning again with new life was but a glance that became my life. (2018 at 75)
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains
A pleasant peasant’s face lit with joy and laughing wrinkles. No one would be afraid of me because there would be no fear in me. And someone would say, “she was so loving, I would have sworn her beautiful.”
The thought that brings a far off look is remembering the day when I realized a God who hated my sin, but loved me unconditionally. He clothed Himself with all my rags of unrighteousness in order to die and bury my sin. Then, returned rom deep darkness to my sin. Then returned from deep darkness to wrap me in white robes of His righteousness The joy of beginning again with new life was but a glance that became my life. (2018 at 75)
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