Members LYDIA WESTERN Posted May 22, 2020 Members Share Posted May 22, 2020 JORDAN As I stand in Jordan’s claven depths, Make, O Lord, my death another’s spring That they might live and joyful sing Of Canaan’s shore and deeper rest. Waters of Adam piled on an heap, Whilst prayers upon my slurring lips And tears upon my baby cheeks Wet rocks beneath my tired feet. Standing still, no place to go? O Lord, a dead man cannot move, But waits thy blessings yet to prove And prays though emptied of my flow. Dry as the rocks beneath my feet But praying as the priests beneath the ark, Though caring naught but to depart When standing ‘side my Jordan heap. A blessing I have come to be. ‘Twas hard to see the glory in my death When struggling, O, but for a breath God made me water there for thee. Poured out upon impossible and holy ground, Is death such a miracle that in my heart Another’s sorrow can depart For Spirit’s working through my nothing? Blessed be the ties that bind me In the love of God, my glory, That writes my new and deeper story And whispers, “Thou art yet to be.” L.W Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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