He Had No Rights
He had no rights:
No right to a soft bed, and a well-laid table;
No right to a home of His own, a place where His
own pleasure might be sought;
No right to choose pleasant, congenial
companions, those who could understand Him
and sympathize with Him;
No right to shrink away from filth and sin, to
pull His garments closer around Him and turn
aside to walk in cleaner paths;
No right to be understood and appreciated; no,
not by those upon whom He had poured out a
double portion of His love;
No right even never to be forsaken by His Father,
the One who meant more than all to Him.
His only right was silently to endure shame,
spitting, blows; to take His place as a sinner at
the dock; to bear my sins in anguish on the
cross.
He had no rights. And I?
A right to the "comforts" of life? No, but a
right to the love of God for my pillow.
A right to physical safety? No, but a right to
the security of being in His will.
A right to love and sympathy from those around
me? No, but a right to the friendship of the
One who understands me better than I do myself.
A right to be a leader among men? No, but the
right to be led by the one to whom I have given
my all, led as is a little child, with its hand
in the hand of its father.
A right to a home, and dear ones? No, not
necessarily; but a right to dwell in the heart
of God.
A right to myself? No, but, oh, I have a right
to Christ.
All that He takes I will give;
All that He gives will I take;
He, my only right!
He, the one right before which all other rights
fade into nothingness,
I have full right to Him;
Oh, may He have full right to me!
Mabel Williamson, miss. to China
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
He Had No Rights
This fits in with recent discussions and study on humility in Philippians.
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