Category: servant

Seat of Grace

Brothers and sisters:
Since we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, 
Jesus, the Son of God,
let us hold fast to our confession.
For we do not have a high priest
who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses,
but one who has similarly been tested in every way,
yet without sin. 
So let us confidently approach the throne of grace
to receive mercy and to find grace for timely help.
—Hebrews 4:14-16

When you appear before us
and all has been made known,
shall we approach your glory
and kneel before your throne?
So now while you are hidden
we still seek out your face;
we know you welcome sinners
there at the seat of grace.

No kings sit at your right hand,
no princes at your left:
The throng who in your sight stand
were servants of the rest.
And you, O Lord, uphold them—
so we would be upheld.
Until we can behold you,
grant us your timely help!

To love you in our service,
and love our neighbor, too,
to know the gift of mercy—
and always to know you.
So we bring all our weakness,
our sorrow, and our sin
and seek our great high priest here:
O, bid us enter in!

Want

Then he sat down, called the Twelve, and said to them,
“If anyone wishes to be first,
he shall be the last of all and the servant of all.”
Taking a child, he placed it in their midst,
and putting his arms around it, he said to them,
“Whoever receives one child such as this in my name, receives me;
and whoever receives me,
receives not me but the One who sent me.”
—Mark 9:30-37

I want to serve you, Lord my God,
to do what you command,
to rule the world with staff and rod,
to sit at your right hand.
But you ask me to be the least
while others' needs are filled,
to serve your children at your feast,
when I am hungry still.

I want to follow you, O Lord,
forever chase your light 
to trace your steps down every road
and with you climb the heights.
But you go towards Jerusalem;
you know that way is death.
How can I take the road again
beyond my final breath?

I want to love you, O my Christ,
and love without regret,
to look at last into your eyes
and find myself in them.
My downward road lift up on high;
my crooked ways make straight,
that when your death becomes my life,
my life becomes your praise.

Christ blessing the Children by Lucas Cranach the Younger – http://www.botschaftderwoche.de/pics/bild061008.jpg, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=22737097