Originally published Wednesday, 11 March 2020.
It was not by their sword that they won the land, nor did their arm bring them victory; it was your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, for you loved them.
Psalm 44:3 NIV
The Son of God is Love’s sweet face
Bouncing on His father’s knee
He came to die and offer grace
He grew in Mary’s fond embrace
Strong in joy for all to see
The Son of God is Love’s sweet face
He called His friends to run the race
Win souls of the lost set free
He came to die and offer grace
Never such beauty in this place
Angel throngs surely agree
The Son of God is Love’s sweet face
Even a woman veiled in lace
Could never compare to Thee
You came and died to offer grace
From crown of thorns blood seeps a trace
Divine life upon the tree
The Son of God is Love’s sweet face
He came to die and offer grace
Linda L. Kruschke is the author of My Name Is Beloved, winner of the Unpublished Memoir category of the Oregon Christian Writers Cascade Writing Contest, as well as a self-published author of two poetry books. She is a wife, mother, active member of her church, former Bible Study Fellowship leader, and recovering lawyer. She works as the Director of Legal Publications for the Oregon State Bar. But her real passion is sharing God’s healing grace with others, especially those haunted by sexual trauma and abortion. She struggled with major clinical depression for many years, but through the power of forgiveness has become a fearless follower of Christ, living in the assurance of her salvation and God’s love. She blogs at Another Fearless Year and Broken Believers.
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