No Greater Love

No Greater Love

The earth in my hands
I find You present
Here in ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.

For no greater Love
Hath He who
Lays down our lives
For His Body.

No longer a bitter pill
But in Your yielding
Sweet consolations
We're tasting and seeing.

Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Bequeaths but
Our portion eternal.

A city of God
In streams of mercy
Here flowing
All loss is but gain.

A greater yield
In each ploughing
You're reaping
Your Bride preparing

Spotless and blameless
Your Kingdom's coming
On earth
As it is in heaven.

In a fundamental human paradox, the more we reach out beyond ourselves, the more we are enriched and the more we grow in likeness to God – the Father of all good gifts. On the other hand, the more a person ‘incurves’, to use Luther’s word, the less human he or she becomes. Our need to give of ourselves in service to the whole Body is as great as anyone’s need to receive.

Dr Paul Brand, Fearfully & Wonderfully: The Marvels of Bearing God’s Image, Kindle Location 1011 & 1019

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