I came across this poem while in preparation for a sermon on the significance of the gospel. I like how it highlights the uniqueness and beauty of Christ’s condescsion for sinners.
The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
In all the universe we have no place.
Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by thy scars we know thy grace.
The other gods were strong; but thou wast weak;
They rode, but thou didst stumble to a throne;
But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but thou alone.
– Edward Shillito





And to think that we will see Jesus’ wounds. I wonder what that will be like, to see His scars on His hands, feet, and side.
I know it will be glorious, but will I feel shame, and sorrow, as well as joy and being immensely grateful.
Have a great Lord’s Day!
This is one of my favorites. I guess the author wrote it after serving in WWl– he saw a lot of horrors there. He was also a pastor.
I was meditating on this very passage last night as I was writing my post for today.Fifteen years ago today the Lord forgave ALL my iniquity….and redeemed my life from the pit…… Bless the Lord O, my soul!