Hark, my soul! it is the Lord; ‘ Tis thy Saviour, hear His word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, ” Say, poor sinner, lov’st thou Me?” = Hymn 209 of Mission Praise=
Wearied warrior, bereft of dignity. A soul withered and spent, a lack lusturedness of life; demeaning abusiveness of intent. Shameful mockery and disbelief; rejection of One so humble and serene. Blessings and miracles, in times of need, a forgotten era – a savage sinfulness of nature spewed out in anger and jealousy. ” Say, poor sinner, lov’st thou Me?” Words that ” cut to the bone,” a heartfelt purity of loving acceptance and belief cast aside in a need for self importance, vanity and dishonour.
Jesus Christ, Son of Man, an embodiment of our Lord God Almighty’s saving grace; a sacrifice of One so dear, our Salvation…. – an atonement of forgiveness of mankind’s sinful nature, Jesus Christs’ Cross He chose to bear. ©PSA 12/4/20.
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