If man knows not of love he is to have
How have he love what he cannot conceive.
Must love be planted lest it is foreknown?
The seed be sewn and stoic walls around
Like Jericho, they crumble to the ground.
By Christ your soul is lifted to the sun,
Lifted you'll be if God's pure work be done.
Now Let him in, push pride and sin aside,
Or don't you know on that cross your God died.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
If man knows not of love he is to have
How have he love what he cannot conceive.
Must love be planted lest it is foreknown?
The seed be sewn and stoic walls around
Like Jericho, they crumble to the ground.
By Christ your soul is lifted to the sun,
Lifted you'll be if God's pure work be done.
Now Let him in, push pride and sin aside,
Or don't you know on that cross your God died.