Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things...
Friday 4 October 2013
Though He Were a Son
Though he were a Son, yet learned he obedience by the things which he suffered. (Hebrews 5:8)
Emmanuel, God with us. God suffering and learning hurt and the cost of obedience. How I am thankful for Jesus.
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