See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
The Words of Isaac Watts and the Hymn, ‘When I survey the wondrous cross…’
Love and sorrow and the depth of God’s reaching into our lives and moments.
Enough said.
Bless you,
Barrie
Musings 