How great is His compassion!
Christ rescues the Soul
Behold a light brightens the darkened wood.
There comes a Knight to do thee good.
Through the briars He reaches His hand.
The Soul awakens at His command.
"Come forth, My dove!
Entrapped thus ye break My heart.
I push the thorny branches apart."
The Soul so long in darkness lain,
beholds His hands torn, in pain.
The thorns grasped and marked with furrows red,
His white palm until it bled.
The Soul beneath the bramble covering
appeared so limp, so pale to the knight hovering.
He stooped to lift her to His breast
And tenderly bade her, "Come, rest."
Thank You, Jesus, that You were willing to pay the price to rescue and save us. Thank You that You found us, and that Your love and Your goodness drew us to You.
