Weak Feeble Knees

The following poem was born out of contemplating the passages listed below along with the interaction with John Owen through his book entitled, " Communion with God."

So now faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1st Corinthians 13:13 "We are too needy to be satisfied by a mere human nature." John Owen "...but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which shall not be taken away from her." Luke 10:42 "No one after lighting a lamp puts it in a cellar or under a basket, but on a stand, so that those who enter may see the light." Luke 11:33 "Instead of your shame there shall be a double portion; instead of dishonor they shall rejoice in their lot; therefore in their land they shall possess a double portion; they shall have everlasting joy." Isaiah 61:7

Of all the things that we have need of;
The greatest of these is, that we have love.
Of this we find not in mere human nature,
The Source of all love is not in the creature.

But God Himself Is The Answer to this.
Through Christ alone, He inculcates with bliss.
To sit at His feet, receive all other things,
His fruit will be seen as the blessing He brings.

For He Is The Light that lightens the lamps
To show His great glory from Calvary's camps.
Be not now anxious, of many things troubled,
For Christ our good portion, true wealth of Him doubled.

From God then twelve tribes and yet all of one,
Reflecting the glory of God's Holy Son.
Brought out of Egypt by power, God's Hand
Displayed all His good, to cause them to stand.

Shown to the world was His Promised Land,
All hidden in Jesus by God's great command.
Then twelve apostles He gave to the world,
Walking with Jesus, though Satan did hurl,

Blinded by great pride, he thought to divide,
Ambition for greatness, by Christ crucified.
But death to all death Christ did accomplish.
His life He laid down by love to abolish,

With Him and in Him, He did count the cost,
Fulfilling the law, as nailed to the cross.
Cried, "It is finished", by death for our shame,
All purchased by blood, all in Christ proclaim;

Sing now for joy, His infinite love,
Will make us like He Is, when with Him above.
The dept of our sins, only The Infinite
Son without measure, God's wrath could befit.

Oh by His pleasure may we thus resolve
That for His glory our choices revolve.
Walk in His Spirit, as to Him we live
Each day to His praise, by faith He did give.

Thus through and in all diversity,
Christ is our only hope and plea.
For He giveth strength to weak, feeble knees
And to His cross gives grace to flee.

Michael E. Wood
September 16, 2010