A poem written during the nascent days of The Reformation.
By Margaret of Valois, duchess of Alencon, France,
sister of King Francis I, a persecutor of The Reformers.
Is there a gulf of ill, so deep and wide
That can suffice but e’en a tenth to hide
Of my vile sins?
Well do I fell within me is the root,
Without are branch and foliage, flower and fruit.
My God, thou hast come down on earth to me, –
To me, although a naked worm I be.
Word Divine, Jesus the Salvator,
Only Son of the eternal Paer,
The first, the last; of all things renovator,
Bishop and king, and mighty triumphator,
From death by death our liberator.
By faith we’re made the sons of the Creator.
Though poor, and weak, and ignorant I be,
How rich, how strong, how wise I am in Thee!
In spirit noble, – but in nature slave;
Immortal I am, -tending to the grave;
Essence of heaven, – and yet of earthly birth;
God’s dwelling place, – and yet how little worth.
Reblogged this on Talmidimblogging.
Have you ever done a book review of James Montgomery Boice? Specifically the book “What ever happened to the Gospel of Grace?”
I don’t have that book, I do have the book he co-authored with Philip Ryken – The Doctrines of Grace; which is most excellent! The Lord used a study of that book to open the eyes of a dear friend of mine to these deep truths of Scripture, causing him to flee the Episcopal church in search of one founded on the gospel.
I’ll lend you my copy. Shoot me an email via the mountain report with your mailing address and I’ll mail it to you!