To a Vile Magdalene by Ruth Bryan

Never had anyone . . .
so rich a Banker,
so kind a Husband,
so tender a Shepherd,
so forbearing a Captain—
as I have in my glorious Christ!

The more I venture—the more He encourages.
The bolder I am—the kinder He grows.
The more I expect—the more He gives.

I cannot tire or wear Him out, for He is full, yes,
fullness of grace, mercy, love, and compassion!

The one-half of His glory has never been expressed
by mortal tongue; nor the thousandth part of His
ravishments and condescension conceived by those
who have not felt them. This, this is my—oh yes!
my Beloved—and this is my Friend! Oh, what
mercy to have another love-glimpse of Him.

I look at myself with wonder of amazement and
overwhelming delight—because a monument of
saving, sovereign mercy! Happy! unspeakably
happy! Amazing miracle of superabounding love!

Hasten the day when in His full-orbed glory I shall
lose my sorrows and my sins forever! I adore and
magnify Him for His mercy—amazing mercy—to a
vile Magdalene. Hallelujah! Amen!

Share to Facebook
Share to Google Buzz
Share to Google Plus
Share to LiveJournal
Share to MyWorld
Share to Odnoklassniki
Share to Yandex
This entry was posted in Poems/Hymns, Ruth Bryan. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.