His sufferings bind us to him.
Our heartache He understands.
Paying for our every sin,
Holiness, ours He commands.
Perfect a pruner, now He,
Holiness He must expand.
One day more clearly we’ll see,
Ordered our each reprimand.
Ordered
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
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