Upon reading my beloved Dianna's blog post entitled, "We Are Too Much Like David", which included an excerpt from J.R. Miler's, "Looking One's Soul in the Face", these words came to mind, which began at 1:58a.m., and then after having slept for awhile continued til after 8:37a.m. Oh, How thankful I am that we have been made partakers of "the Mystery of Christ".
This mystery is that through the gospel the Gentiles are heirs together with Israel, members together of one body, and sharers together in the promise in Christ Jesus. I became a servant of this gospel by the gift of God's grace given me through the working of his power. Although I am less than the least of all God's people, this grace was given me: to preach to the Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ, and to make plain to everyone the administration of this mystery, which for ages past was kept hidden in God, who created all things. His intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms, 11according to his eternal purpose which he accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord. In him and through faith in him we may approach God with freedom and confidence. I ask you, therefore, not to be discouraged because of my sufferings for you, which are your glory. Ephesians 3:6-13
Oh, show to us our secret faults
Which to our minds are hidden,
That we may fully come to know
The cross to which we're bidden.
Our apprehension yet so small
Of, Oh, SO GREAT A COST,
Of which You Paid at Calvary,
Redeeming what was lost.
You came to earth to seek and save
According to Your pleasure,
And grace You gave More Greater Still
Than all our minds can measure.
Oh, help us see the many ways
That we're still wretched, blind,
And from the humbled dust we are,
Give healing to the mind.
Oh, let us never grow complacent
In the battle of our sin
But boldly go where no man's gone
For Christ, our Victor's end.
Let love from You now be the means
Through which we now take courage
And love for You be our full end,
And others not discourage.
Oh, help us comprehend from You
That wrath that is our due,
For righteousness like filthy rags
We offer unto you.
And witness Your Majestic glory
And Your unmerited favor;
That we be not at all like salt
In which has lost it's savor.
Oh, help us now by grace from You
That we may walk so humble,
To honor You in all we do,
We know all else will crumble.
For now You are our Joy and King,
Once born to be so crushed
That You may put to silence all,
Whose voices You have hushed.
Oh, help us see Your loving hand
In all of Your refinement
And rest content within the veil
You fill with Your assignment;
To move us far beyond ourselves
And all our sinful pride--
That for Your praise we may be used
As in Your Cross we hide.
Michael E. Wood
March 15, 2010
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