We see a plumb line held in nail-scarred hand
To measure us to see if we are true
And will for Him on straight and narrow stand
In Eden’s East–bring Eden back in view.
Our bark’s made strong as up against a Cross
We’re held by arms of Him whose strength is meek,
And virtues that for us had once been lost
Will rise with Him, His Father’s kingdom seek.
We lift our eyes above His Tree and see
A paradise without our crooked lines
Where each of us with Him will someday be–
An image true of Trinity divine.
His plumb line takes the measure of our hearts
That He may seal the virtues He imparts.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 