Poetry Saturday—How Good Is The God We Adore

February 15, 2020 — Craig T. Owens
How good is the God we adore!
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend:
His love is as great as His pow’r
And knows neither measure nor end.


For Christ is the first and the last;


His Spirit will guide us safe home;


We’ll praise Him for all that is past


and trust Him for all that’s to come. —Joseph Hart








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Poetry Saturday—See How The Patient Jesus Stands

April 15, 2017 — Craig T. Owens 




See how the patient Jesus stands,


Insulted in His lowest case!


Sinners have bound the Almighty hands,


And spit in their Creator’s face.




With thorns His temple gored and gashed


Send streams of blood from every part;


His back’s with knotted scourges lashed,


But sharper scourges tear His heart.




Nailed naked to the accursed wood


Exposed to earth and heaven above,


A spectacle of wounds and blood,


A prodigy of injured love!




Hark! how His doleful cries affright


Affected angels, while they view;


His friends forsook Him in the night,


And now His God forsakes Him too!




Behold that pale, that languid face,


That drooping head, those languid eyes!


Behold in sorrow and disgrace


Our conquering Hero hangs, and dies!




Ye that assume His sacred name,


Now tell me, what can all this mean?


What was it bruised God’s harmless Lamb,


What was it pierced His soul but sin?




Blush, Christian, blush: let shame abound:


If sin affects thee not with woe,


Whatever life is in thee found,


The life of Christ thou doest not know. —Joseph Hart






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Christ’s Passion

April 6, 2012 — Craig T. Owens 




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Good Friday is almost too heavy for me to comprehend. It’s only “good” as we view it now, after the resurrection of Christ. Looking at Calvary at the moment is so humbling.


See how the patient Jesus stands,


Insulted in His lowest case!


Sinners have bound the Almighty hands,


And spit in their Creator’s face.


 


With thorns His temple gored and gashed


Send streams of blood from every part;


His back with knotted scourges lashed,


But sharper scourges tear His heart.


 


Nailed naked to the accursed wood


Exposed to earth and heaven above,


A spectacle of wounds and blood,


A prodigy of injured love!


 


Hark! how His doleful cries affright


Affected angels, while they view;


His friends forsook Him in the night,


And now His God forsakes Him too!


 


Behold that pale, that languid face,


That drooping head, those languid eyes!


Behold in sorrow and disgrace


Our conquering Hero hangs, and dies!


 


Ye that assume His sacred name,


Now tell me, what can all this mean?


What was it bruised God’s harmless Lamb,


What was it pierced His soul but sin?


 


Blush, Christian, blush: let shame abound:


If sin affects thee not with woe,


Whatever life is in thee found,


The life of Christ thou doest not know.


—Joseph Hart, 1759


“Believer in Jesus, can you gaze upon Him without tears, as He stands before you the mirror of agonizing love? He is at once fair as the lily for innocence, and red as the rose with the crimson of His own blood. As we feel the sure and blessed healing which His stripes have wrought in us, does not our heart melt at once with love and grief? If ever we have loved our Lord Jesus, surely we must feel that affection glowing now within our bosoms.” —Charles Spurgeon


I hope you will join me in soberly and lovingly contemplating the amazing love of our Savior Jesus!


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