Saturday, April 3, 2010

Your death for me my plea

O My Soul:

When depression strikes, I tend to become quiet. Less communicative. More withdrawn.

We sang O Sacred Head Now Wounded on Good Friday evening. It's a beautiful hymn. This verse stood out for me during the service.

Here will I stand beside you, Your death for me my plea;
let all the world deny You, I clasp you close to me.
My awe cannot be spoken, to see You crucified;
but in Your body broken, Redeemed, I safely hide.

God bless you all.


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