This was written a while back, by alan.
As a family we are learning that
suffering and hurt expand our ability
to give LOVE, in HOPE, by His grace
If you halt,
when hurt...you will grow hard.
Dm

Hearts of Flesh Bleed

I’d rather have pain than porosis
It’s better to hurt than be hard
If I would be formed in His image
Then like Him I’ll be bruised and be scarred

Since He was made perfect through suffering
A perfect high priest to become
Then even in this let me know Him
Taste His grief, feel his pain, be alone

For stony hearts wince not at chastening
But scourgings make hearts of flesh bleed
And weak ones will yield to this mercy
While proud hearts stay blind to their need

Lord save me from my love of comfort
And take from me my heart of stone
I know hearts of flesh know more suffering
But they also feel love like your own

~Am

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Alan and Dina Martin

Absolutley beautiful. Moved me to tears.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Thanks
Goot post.
God Bless
Nellie

The other day the Lord told me that I had a cold heart, and it made me very sad. There are things happening at the church and I had let myself focus on those things rather than on Him.

There was a time that I thought that He was making my heart hard on the outside while keeping it soft on the inside, but I am thinking that I was seeing this wrong, as back when He first got a hold on me I had a very distinct vision of the walls of my heart lying in ruins as He poured in His love.

How I react to these things that are happening at the church may make a difference in their turning. Please pray that my heart is soft and that they would return unto Him.

Hast thou no scar? No hidden scar on foot, or , or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hale thy bright ascendant star.
Hast thou no scar? Hast thou no wounds?

Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent, leaned me against a tree to die;And rent by ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned:Hast thou no wound?

No wound? No scar?
Yet, as the Master shall the servant be, and pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole: can he have followed far who has no wound nor scar? -Amy Carmichael