Tuesday, August 3, 2010

For what, my Christ?

For what, my Christ,
Was Godhead rent?
You--one of three--
His own blood spent
On Calvary.
What paradox!
Most glorious made
When by One owed
A debt was paid
And life endowed.
Such satisfaction,
Dearly bought--
Oh may my erring heart
Be taught a more
Obedient part.
For not a lifetime
Could have earned--
No, not ten lifetimes
Could have learned--
Yet you, dear Christ,
In moments knew
My total shame;
The nails passed through
My debt by name.

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