This is the love that must break
What it must take
And in the breaking, bless;
This is the love that will press
Us out of measure
And lay our treasure
In the dust.
This is the love that must.
There is no other way,
We all have gone astray
With hearts hardened and blind;
And we will find
The glory of His grace
In His loving, shining face,
When the fire burns out our dross.
There is no way to God
except through the cross.
Tom Prato
3 comments:
Grreat writing - thanks for posting that.
I am glad you came by my blog and that I found yours. I like the pictures.
There is such beauty and truth in this! "When the fire burns out our dross, there is no way to God except through the Cross." Excellent. Keep writing!
Blessings,
Vicki
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