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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Morning Prayer: March 28, 2014

March 28, 2014 Morning Prayer and Meditation from Psalm 25

Precious Heavenly Father, none of us can stand if You should remember all of our
sins. Yet, You do remember them and they are written in your books, which shall be
opened at the last day. Though we may have forgotten or ignored them, we will be
judged by the things that are written in your books. Romans 2:6 and Revelation 20:12,

Even the sins of our youth are remembered by You, O Heavenly Father and how we
are besotted by them. What great forbearance and longsuffering you have showed to
us, to lead us to repentance and faith.

We confess, O Precious Heavenly Father, that there is no cleanser nor soap that can
wash away our sin, try as we can. Only the blood of Jesus of Nazareth, Your Only
Begotten son can wash away the stain of them.

We would go nowhere else than to that fountain of blood that was opened at Calvary,
and there we would wash and be clean. We do confess our sins, and dark and wicked
though they be, we are made clean and pure forever for you are faithful and just to
forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all iniquity.

We believe, O just and holy God, our Heavenly Father, that you have put our sins
away as far as the east is from the west; behind you back, to be remember against us
forever. This, only, because we have faith in Your Son, the Lamb of God who takes
away the sins of anyone in the world who believes on Him and the blood of His cross.
Amen and Amen. In His name we pray.

I saw One hanging on a tree!

by John Newton

In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.

O can it be upon a tree
The Savior died for me
My soul is thrill, my heart is filled
To think He died for me.

I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood;
He fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.

Sure never till my last breath,
Shall I forget that look!
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.

My conscience felt and owned the guilt
And plunged me in despair
I felt my sins His blood had spilt
And helped to nail Him there.

Alas! I know not what I did,
But now my tears are vain:
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.

A second look He gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for your ransom paid;
I die that you may live."

Thus while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too!

Ps 25:7 Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness’ sake, O LORD.
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