Poured out upon the alter,
He bridges time and space
His blood between the cherubs –
The embodiment of grace
Never does he falter
Though with pain and sorrow sighs
One hand in God’s, one hand in mine,
Triumphantly he dies
Mortality’s undoing -
Adam’s life is spilled.
He, draped across the mercy seat,
All righteousness fulfilled.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
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