February

In this day there is still a highway,

paved with flesh and striped with blood.

It leads the humble and calls the fool

to leave the wicked valley

and find holiness on the mountaintop.

Though he be blind and stupid,

the Lord’s highway will guide him safely.

Though he err in judgment,

he shall be taught.

Though he has done much wickedness,

he will be forgiven.

They pass Him by.

The wave to Him on the street.

They lift their hands in church.

Yet they go forth empty handed,

thinking they are rich.

Bought and paid for,

stored up in heaps,

the riches of grace,

the triumphs of truth

stay securely in heaven.

I weep for our Savior.