His cross dispels each doubt;
I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear,
Each lingering shade of gloom.
I praise the God of grace;
I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine.
My God, my joy and light.
from “Not What My Hands Have Done” – Horatius Bonar, 1861
Thursday’s are my interludes which normally just consist of a Bible verse. However, in my morning devotional today from She Reads Truth, it closed with this poem and I couldn’t help but share as it’s been on my heart all day. 💜
This evening reflect and mediate on this poem and it’s precise and utter beauty.
Blessings 💛 Sarah