Michael E. Wood
February 23-25, 2013
While reading through “The Unsearchable Riches of Christ”,
an exposition of Ephesians Chapter three by D. Martyn Lloyd Jones, Dianna had
made a treasury for her Etsy Team Jabez. She was notified that God had used her
in an unusual way to bring comfort to someone who had lost a child via
miscarriage. As she relayed this story with tears in her eyes to me, the words
of the following poem had already begun to flow.
We thank You for Your tenderness
And great compelling love
By which You draw us to Yourself
Through manifestations of
Your very presence in our hearts
To melt and mold and make
Us more into Your likeness
For Your glory and Names sake.
For left unto ourselves
Our every effort would be vain
As doubts and fears would cloud
The very path that You make plain.
But You, Oh gentle Shepherd
On Your shoulders hold us tight
And carry every moment
By the power of Your might.
Forgive us when we’re slow to see
How great You really are
While working all things for our good
When we feel yet afar.
By Your design, Oh help us know
The love we know not yet;
The height, the depth, the breadth, the width
By Him, You did beget-
Who bore upon Himself all of
Our sin to bring us nigh
Unto Yourself, Oh Holy Father
As You dwell on high,
But also as Your Word declares,
In humble contrite hearts
Who yield to You and thus pursue
Your praise in all our parts-
For every member of the body;
Of Christ’s flesh and bones,
You have made to glorify
Him here, as living stones,
Receiving of His fullness
Both of grace and truth to be
The Jewels of the crown
He’ll wear for all eternity.
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