That Place to Hide

Michael E. Wood

March 27, 2013

God foreordained that place to hide

The church which flows from pier’ced side

Of Christ to wash with crimson tide

Of blood till all with Him abide,

Then wrath exhausted for all those

Who find in Him their sweet repose

Will swallow up all angry foes

Who know not God – Then held in throes

Of death eternal forever locked

To know that God will not be mocked

Though many sure had often flocked

To see and hear of Him they frocked

With empty tributes to Him raised,

As goats amongst the sheep that grazed,

But cur’sed hearts will be emblazed

As Christ forevermore is praised.

So He which seemed so foolish when

On earth His cross was preached to men

Will separate those still in sin

From those in whom His light shown in

To glorify through eternal ways;

In likeness, we shall ever raise

Our anthems to His glorious praise;

The God whose grace will still amaze!