I Am Sending You
“The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
In all the universe we have no place.
Our wound are hurting us, where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars, we claim thy grace
If, when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;
We know today what wounds are, have no fear,
Show us Thy Scars, we know the countersign”
Sunday, April 19, 2015