Coming to Pray (Hymn, altd.)

Your kingly sceptre in Your hand

Bidding Your people "Come!

Present Your prayers before My throne, 

Through My Eternal Son."

We come into Your chamber, Lord, 

With boldness as we pray.

Petitions brought before your throne:

You hear them night and day.

Your ear inclined to those You love,

To those You call Christ's Bride.

A love so tender and so deep -

To win Her, He had died.

Christ takes our weakest, mumbled words, 

Removing all the weeds: 

Presenting prayers, a sweet bouquet. 

For us, He intercedes.

You kiss us with Your richest grace.

Blessings and love abound. 

Only eternal joy and peace 

In Jesus Christ are found. 

© Carolyn Davison May 2020 (altd.)

Tune: Westminster

Coming to Pray (Original Poem)

We come into Your chamber, Lord, 

With boldness as we pray.

Petitions brought before your throne

At any time of day.

Your ear inclined to those You love,

To those You call Your Bride.

A love so deep and tender -

To win Her, You had died.

You take our weakest, mumbled words, 

Removing all the weeds, 

And present our prayers, a sweet bouquet - 

For us, You intercede.

You kiss us with Your richest grace.

Blessings and love abound. 

Only eternal joy and peace - 

In Jesus Christ are found. 

Your kingly sceptre in Your hand

Bids Your people "Come!

Present Your prayers before My throne, 

Through My Eternal Son."

© Carolyn Davison May 2020

I Deserved

I deserved the nail pierced hands, The nakedness and shame, Death is the wage for all my sins, But Jesus took the blame

I deserved the nail pierced feet,

The thorns upon my head, But there is One who took it all - Jesus died instead.

I deserved the pain and grief,

The judgement of the Lord, But on the cross, One hung for me - Jesus, pierced by God’s sword.

I deserved the bitter gall,

The judgement cup of wrath, But there was One who drank it all - He drank every final drop.

I deserved the blackest hours,

The one who was rejected, But there was Jesus, fully smitten, That I may be accepted.

I deserved the piercèd side,

The punishment for my sin, But Jesus is the only way - Heaven’s only entry in.

All I deserved was wrath and death,

But received His love and grace - For Jesus took my punishment; He hung there in my place.

Now interceding for His Bride,

With wounds of the deepest love, The Lord, our blessèd advocate Prepares our home above.

© Carolyn Davison 2020 (written 24th May)