Do I dare open this book?
Read of its words take a closer look?
I gasp, and pause, not knowing where to start;
So I let it fall open choosing its part.
His name was David, he was crying out loud;
Asking God to lift his heavy cloud.
"How long will the wicked prosper Lord?
When will you slay them with your sword?"
I felt my heart quicken with Davids pain;
Seeing the wicked getting the gain.
Impatient I started to grab for my sword;
"But vengeance is mine," sayeth the Lord.
Now days turn to years as I look through the pages ahead.
Has God forgot His promise? I've soon no need to dread.
In the fullness of time God supplies our need;
Readying for the harvest, by the sowing of His Seed.
For now I see a baby born, son of God;
Perfect and holy as in this world he trod.
Miracles and wisdom He reveals to us here below.
Yet, up the hill at Calvary, whipped and bloody He must go.
"Oh Father not my will, but in yours I trust!"
He speaks dieing, pierced by a spear I've thrust.
For the Son of God is torn; and the Holy Veil too.
Now our separation from God is through.
O what kind of Father would give His precious Son;
The only perfect and Holy one.
For me, whose sins had slayed the Lamb.
For me, to take me by the hand.
I closed the book and tears filled my eyes;
For truth in my heart I realized.
God's love was so pure and true;
He had loved me before I even knew.
Knew of the cross, the hill, the pain.
Knew of the Lamb, God's will, and His shame.
Oh, Abba Father your Son died to make my heart glad.
And I thank you for the right and privelage, just to call you Dad.
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