We sing O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing quite frequently at my church. It's one of those in which the words fly by so quickly that I don't often stop to consider them, but over the past several months I've been struck repeatedly by this verse:
He breaks the power of canceled sin
He sets the prisoner free
His blood can make the foulest clean
His blood availed for me
~Charles Wesley
It's funny (or not, really) how having small children can turn the most patient person into screaming madwoman. (Not that I was ever the most patient person, and I'd like to think I haven't quite reached "screaming madwoman.") Confession over losing my temper (largely to one of my children in particular) has become a near-daily occurrence around here, but even with repeated repentance, I'm still struggling.
So I try, in what little brain I have left for meditating on higher things, to let those words sink in: I am not a prisoner to my temper, or to my impatience, or even to the guilt over yelling (again). Jesus canceled the sin and he can break its power. He did and he can and he will.
I am not a prisoner.
He breaks the power of canceled sin
He sets the prisoner free
His blood can make the foulest clean
His blood availed for me
~Charles Wesley
It's funny (or not, really) how having small children can turn the most patient person into screaming madwoman. (Not that I was ever the most patient person, and I'd like to think I haven't quite reached "screaming madwoman.") Confession over losing my temper (largely to one of my children in particular) has become a near-daily occurrence around here, but even with repeated repentance, I'm still struggling.
So I try, in what little brain I have left for meditating on higher things, to let those words sink in: I am not a prisoner to my temper, or to my impatience, or even to the guilt over yelling (again). Jesus canceled the sin and he can break its power. He did and he can and he will.
I am not a prisoner.
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