Christ, the Worthy One
For today’s devotion, here’s one of the poems from ‘Come All Ye Weary‘. Pre-book your copy now!
On golden streets And crystal seas Were gathered the feet Those whom death cannot defeat Of angels, men and creatures Prophets, priests and teachers Who look on to the throne Where sits Heaven alone. For heaven be where God be The Zion of eternity The stars hanging like a chandelier Glimmered like crystals so clear And the earth his footstool With none to challenge his rule. He held a scroll in his hand Yet none worthy in the land Or any other land was found To break the seal that was bound. Then, alas the trumpet we heard And behold the Lamb appeared For a moment the air held its breath Then the silence broke its strength When the elders threw their crowns Laying prostrate on the grounds Glory shimmered red and purple The Lion of Judah stood before the people Dressed in a bloody robe. “My Redeemer Lives”, cried Job. The horror of his old broken skin Paled to the flesh broken by our sin For Jesus endured more Than Job ever bore. “I concede”, he cried “If forever I am tried And loss be my portion I will bless for Jesus is my fortune.” Counting loss all that was doubly gain What was restored to him did not heal the pain But now his eyes could see The grace that set him free “Whether he brings peace or sword”, He exclaimed, “Blessed be the name of the Lord.” Then Korah spoke up, Drinking from his cup Of plentiful delight His eyes glittered at the sight. “Do you know the glad river Every weary heart to deliver Joy beyond any to be had Making happy all who are sad? For it flows through the city Of the Lord, God Almighty Where shadows do not fall And white towers stand tall. Behold the dove The River of God’s love On the shoulders of the man For whom the good race I ran The wrath of God, this Holy Son appeased, In whom the Father is well pleased. I am still, for I know That you are God forevermore” “Do you fear the storm” Came the voice of Peter, “whose waters foam And rage with the power to conform Man and mountain, weak and strong Breaking upon the throng?” Dressed in white His gaze would not leave the light That emanated from the Sword, The Word of God, Jesus his Lord. “I once feared the raging waters and sinned Until I saw him pierce the wind The mighty ocean bode Ill, but upon its waves he rode And rushed to my rescue Death to subdue The storm rider came for me and you” “Amen!”, called the voice Of Father Abraham the choice Of God to bless the nations With the hope of faith for generations. “There’s the ram caught in the thicket My son to spare for God took it Upon his only Son to be the offering To save us all from suffering The wrath of justice that burnt Against all mankind, for we weren’t The face of righteousness upon the earth. We bore the bitter stain of sin from our birth. But he, dying to kill the sin in our flesh And rising to give life afresh Is the offspring promised to me. My children are of promise, flesh was not to be For to all, I declare that this is the Ram For before I ever was, he is the Great I AM!” The testimonies ushered in like a flood Giving praises for the blood- Stained Saviour upon the bright hill. Before his gaze, every heart was still. “My sin I see”, came Uzzah’s voice abruptly Out from a corner and he put it bluntly, “The sin of presumption, for I thought That my hands which sought To spare God’s Ark harm or hurt Was cleaner than the dirt” The voices rose and fell Like a melodious song to tell Tales true and full of glory Christ was full in every story. There was no debate or doubt “Who is worthy?”, came the angel’s shout And every creature responded in chorus “Worthy is the Lamb who was slain, Power and wealth to gain All wisdom and might belonging And all honour and glory and blessing!”