Poetry of the Cross: Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ
Saturday, March 22, 2008 at 8:54AM But far be it from me to boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.
Galatians 6:14
W
hen I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God,
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down,
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
—Isaac Watts
More Poetry of the Cross
- Dorothy at Field Stone Cottage: Not All the Blood of Beasts
- Update: Brandon of Siris: Dream of the Rood
Reader Comments (3)
One of my absolute favorites, Rebecca!
May God's richest blessings be yours as you reflect on the extent of His love demonstrated through the death His Son on the cross and the awesomeness of His power exhibited through the resurrection.
To God be the glory!
-bill
a spiritual oasis
Happy Easter To you and your family Rebecca!
Christ is risen ~ He is risen indeed!!