The wondrous works thy hands have wrought,
The majesty of thy being,
Doth cause within my humble heart,
A peaceful quiet knowing.
Thou art my Savior, my Master, my Healer,
My soul from sin redeem.
Oh, beautiful Lord, my Rock, my Pillar,
Thou King of all supreme!
Thy suffering pains no man could share,
In agony that night spent!
And still, next day, the cross to bear,
That all mankind might repent.
Three days thy body lay in tomb,
My Lord, the Anointed One.
What joy is found, the empty tomb!
Victory over death is won!
Thou art my Savior, my Master, my Healer,
My soul from sin redeem.
Oh beautiful Lord, my Rock, my Pillar,
Thou King of all supreme!
My sins are great, my soul doth grieve,
"O wretched man that I am!"
Yet, in thy bosom, sweet reprieve,
Cleansed by the blood of the Lamb!
Happy Easter to all our loved ones near and far. We love and miss you all!
(Some stanzas of this poem were written years ago, others more recently)
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Happy Easter!
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3 comments:
Did you write this, Monste? My gosh! I thought it was a hymn or something. It SHOULD be a hymn! It is lovely.
Thank you! I did write this. In fact I WAS trying to write a hymn years ago to complete my Young Womanhood Recognition. It's only gotten this far though. I might send it to my brother who has composed many songs and have him set it to music for me.
you have a gift there montse.
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