Sunday, April 22, 2012

Rescued Sheep

I edited one of my wife's photos. From Blog12

Ever straying,
Sad, lost sheep,
We weren't praying.
Mired, sin-deep.

God, in kindness,
Gave his own.
We, all blindness,
Killed Who shone.

Christ, arising,
Still gives grace.
We're now prizing
What? His face.

He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed. For you were straying like sheep, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.
--1 Peter 2:24-25, ESV

1 comment:

Jackie Houchin said...

A simple rhyme, but so full of truth. Thanks again, Jim, for causing to pause a minute and think of our Savior and our inheritance.