Where truth and mercy kiss,
Where shining wrath meets perfect grace
And yields eternal bliss.
God's zeal and fire form all her walls.
His angels guard her door--
And yet there's grace for one who falls.
Kind tears drip to the floor!
And so the walls are love within:
Grace-bright to light each path,
With Jesus' blood to purge all sin--
But outside? Flames of wrath.
The door's still open wide today.
Com in! Find all you've missed.
Rush to Jesus. Come to stay
Where truth and mercy kiss.
Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
your walls are continually before me. (Isaiah 49:16 ESV)
...We have a strong city;
he sets up salvation
as walls and bulwarks. (Isaiah 26:1 ESV)
Poem written August 9, 2012, in Spring, Texas, for God's glory.
The Bible verses are referring to Jerusalem, but I believe we can also apply them to the true Church. This poem pictures the church as a building, but the church consists of people who are living stones, being built into a temple.