Wisdoms of Old

 

As alone in some desert I sit

Aggrieved, distressed, unfit

Shorten my time of hurt O Lord

Remind of all that you afford

Cause understanding, open my mind

To know your suffering for all mankind

 

Drops of blood, yet aroma sweet

In Jesus’ hurt it’s God I meet

I see now in this barren plain

A picture of glory; A vision of gain

I hear -“Gates of heaven are open to you,

See, the Tree of Life comes into view.”

 

With leaves of silver and buds of gold

Kernel jewels – those wisdoms of old

Alone no more, back in the fold

Truths and promises, I’ve been told

I’ve seen my Lord, I know it’s true

Yes, sweet Jesus, I’ll rest in you.