Friday, March 29, 2013

I saw One hanging on a tree, in agony and blood;
He fixed His languid eyes on me, as near His cross I stood.

Sure, never, till my latest breath, can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death, tho' not a word He spoke.

My conscience felt and owned the guilt, and plunged me in despair; 
I saw my sins His blood had spilt and helped to nail Him there.

Alas! I knew not what I did, -- But now my tears are vain:
Where shall my trembling soul be hid? For I the Lord have slain.

A second look He gave, which said, "I freely all forgive:
This blood is for thy ransom paid, I died that thou may'st live."

Oh, can it be, upon a tree the Savior died for me? 
My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled, to think He died for me! 




The Look by Sovereign Grace Music on Grooveshark

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Highlands


"My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth ;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go."

This poem was originally penned by Robert Burns about the Scottish highlands. I don't know about you, but personally, I don't identify well with the Scottish Highlands. Maybe we could apply this to a different kind of "Highland" in our lives. What would happen if we kept our hearts in the "Highland" of God's kingdom?