Psonnets of Worship
If You Must Slay Me

I thought that I had offered sacrifice,
divided by the Word and laid with care,
but what I brought into the house of prayer
was blemished by my sinfulness and vice,
for blood of bulls and goats cannot suffice
nor give sweetsmelling savors to the air
if wages of my sin are rendered where
the moneychangers cannot change the price.
My contrite heart and broken spirit lay
in sacrifice that You desire above
what my own strength, and not Your blood, could pay,
burnt offerings of ox and sheep and dove.
And so, O Lord, if You must slay me, slay
my old man so my new may know Your love.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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