I want to share another selection from The Valley of Vision.
The Gift of Gifts
O SOURCE OF ALL GOOD,
What shall I render to thee for the gift of gifts,
thine own dear Son, begotten, not created,
my Redeemer, proxy, surety, substitute,
his self-emptying incomprehensible,
his infinity of love beyond the heart’s grasp.
Herein is wonder of wonders:
he came below to raise me above,
was born like me that I might become like him.
Herein is love;
when I cannot rise to him he draws near on wings of grace,
to raise me to himself.
Herein is power;
when Deity and humanity were infinitely apart
he united them in indissoluble unity, the uncreated and the created.
Herein is wisdom;
when I was undone, with no will to return to him,
and no intellect to devise recovery,
he came, God-incarnate, to save me to the uttermost,
as man to die my death,
to shed satisfying blood on my behalf,
to work out a perfect righteousness for me.
O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shepherds,
and enlarge my mind;
let me hear good tidings of great joy,
and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore,
my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose,
my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father;
place me with ox, ass, camel, goat,
to look with them upon my Redeemer’s face,
and in him account myself delivered from sin;
let me with Simeon clasp the new-born child to my heart,
embrace him with undying faith,
exulting that he is mine and I am his.
In him thou hast given me so much that heaven can give no more.
Walk with me, O God
Down this path I've never trod.
With pounding heart and stumbling feet
Can You make the bitter, sweet?
Stay with me, Dear Lord
I need the grace Thou only can afford
Bid me to not run away
Show me the tender light of day.
I cannot turn my face to see
The things You want to show to me
My suffering now seems far too great
I fear my very heart will break.
Look with me, Dear Friend
Thou Whose eye can see victorious end
The cleansing rays of Light will shine
Upon this broken, weary heart of mine
Rest with me, O Prince of Peace
Give my grief Your sweet release
Everlasting arms encircling me
Wipe all my tears away with love's humility
Sing with me, O Precious Flower
This song You taught in thorny bower
Your're helping me to walk in light
When dark burdens are gone, I'll soar at joyful height.
Trischa, you seem love poetry and beautiful prose. I love them, also. I thought I'd share a poem God gave me to write.
Trisch, I spelled your name wrong, sorry!
So glad to hear from you after so long! Looking forward to catching up Emma
Thank you for that beautiful poem! I appreciate your sharing it with me and my readers!
And don't worry–I've had my name spelled all kinds of ways! I have even been called "Chris" because that's what it sounds like on the phone, I guess!
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Emma, good to hear from you! I'll try to "visit" your blog more often!