The
Lord looked down from heaven’s throne
To
seek for those who were undone.
Yet
no one sought Him on their own,
And
none were righteous, no not one.
But
still His love was undiminished,
His
heart burned brightly with desire.
He
knew the work that must be finished,
Defiance
could not quench that fire.
He
gathers wind within His fists:
He
is the Lord of all creation!
What
kind of foolishness resists
This
hand extending His salvation?
Jerusalem,
Jerusalem:
Your
visitation has been missed!
Your
Christ was born in Bethlehem:
You
killed the One you should have kissed!
As
chickens gathered by the hen
Are
sheltered by her wings above,
The
Lord would die for sinful men,
Though
many would reject His love.
O
Lord, that portrait has not changed:
We
see their same defiant thought!
How
many from You are estranged
Whom
you would save, but they would not!
Yet
still the harvest fields are white,
And
Your great love, Lord, is the same.
With
Your desire thus in sight,
We
preach the Gospel in Your name.
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