Superlative Grace

God is greater than our heart. 1 John iii. 20.

Redder than my blushing shame
Is the blood that penned my name
In thy book of life, O Lamb.

(Rev 21:27)

Cleaner than my filthy dress
Is the Fuller’s righteousness,
Washing all who guilt confess.

(Mal 3:2)

Whiter than my leprous hands
Is thy cov’ring grace, that stands
In great drifts o’er sin-smirched lands.

(Ex 4:6; Isa 1:18)

Sweeter than my graverot stench
Are thy prayers my guilt to quench—
Incense ere the mercy-bench.

(Heb 7:25; Rev 5:8)

Higher than my heaping sin
Stands the cross where thou wast giv’n;
‘Tis the ladder up to heav’n.

(Rev 18:5; John 1:51)

Further than the end of days
Runs the promise that we praise:
We shall serve our God always.

(Luke 1:74-75)

Long and high and deep and broad
Is the matchless love of God;
Unto thee be endless laud!

(Eph 3:18-19)

—Insomnia III. To “Holy Ghost” (Crüger) or “Man of Sorrows, What a Name.” 1/30/26.

Meditations: January 2026

When Jesus slept in the stern,
Slumbering as the wind and waves rose,
Unwaking as water filled the boat,
Was it because he discerned his father’s footsteps in the storm?
Was he pondering his work
And dreaming of his mighty deeds?
“When the waters saw you, my Father,
When the waters saw you they were afraid
And the deeps trembled.
The clouds poured out water—
The skies gave forth thunder—
Your arrows flashed on every side—
The crash of your thunder was in the whirlwind—
Your lightnings lighted up the world—
The earth trembled and shook.
Your way was through the sea,
Your path through the great waters,
Yet your footprints were unseen:
You led your people like a flock
By the hand of the Son of Man.”

(Mark 4:35-41; Ps 77:12, 16-20)

This and the below have been my meditations for the past month. There are fewer this month; I’ve had to learn again to focus on the more profitable than the less. But what profit still the Lord blesses me with.