His sovereignty and love are ever bound
Together in a never breaking cord;
A union, indissoluble and sound,
Perfected by the blood that he outpoured.
For God- his only Son he did not spare
But gave him for a world cursed by the fall.
How shall he then, when called upon in prayer,
Not with him also freely give us all?
We know that he who has in us begun
A good work will perform it to the day
Of Jesus Christ- God's own begotten Son;
Our risen Lord, who hears us when we pray.
And oh what consolation to have found
His sovereignty and love are ever bound.
Is that a new one? Good stuff!
Posted by: Valerie (Kyriosity) at janeiro 18, 2005 12:55 PMThank you. No, other than tweaking out a few rough spots just before posting, it's about fourteen years old. I don't post these things in any kind of a chronological order- some are new, some aren't.
Posted by: Kevin at janeiro 18, 2005 2:55 PMGotcha. I just recall that usually you've posted dates with your poems, so since this one didn't have a date, I thought it might be new.
Posted by: Valerie (Kyriosity) at janeiro 18, 2005 6:12 PM