(THIS POEM WAS SENT TO ME BY A SPECIALFRIEND WHO MOVED AWAY A LONG TIME AGO,
BUT STILL ENCOURAGES ME CONTINUALLY!)
BUT STILL ENCOURAGES ME CONTINUALLY!)
Where high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears,
The Guardian of mankind appears.
He who for men their surety stood
And poured on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His mighty plan
The Savior and the Friend of man.
Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
In every pang that rends the heart
The Man of Sorrows has a part;
He sympathizes with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.
With boldness therefore at the throne
Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aid of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.
1 comments:
Yeah, He is outside all around us and inside us as well.
The higher He rises, the deeper we feel Him in our heart!
A healing poem soothing to those in pains! :)
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