Here is the third verse.ĭidn’t Wesley pen the most beautiful prose to declare Christ’s work in our lives? It reflects the reality of where we all have been.
It is a favorite of many – Charles Wesley’s And Can It Be. That picture is clear in my mind but immediately a grand old hymn comes to mind. He is in a cell of his own making with no expectation of escape. No hope… No end in sight… No possibility of freedom or salvation…Īnd the worst element is the fact that he and he alone is to blame for where he finds himself. He is aware that it may very well be a grisly end but he also fears that the end may never come and that he will sit where he finds himself, rotting away little by little, as does the fetid, flea-infested straw in his cubicle of squalor. One who has sat in the darkest of dungeons for so long that time no longer has meaning. My mind was instantly drawn to the image of a prisoner. To give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,Īnd to guide us to the path of peace.” (NLT) The morning light from heaven is about to break upon us, Reading through these verses once more my mind is literally bouncing all over the place! I am moved especially by the end of Zechariah’s song, where he proclaims the part that his newborn son will play in the coming of the Messiah – a long-anticipated event in the heart and mind of every faithful Israelite. Luke 1:67-80 (<
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