Litanies & Prayers

Good pleasure

With good pleasure, in the beginning, the Beloved aspired all that now breathes. Then again, in the Lovely One, even Christ Jesus, the Wind of Heaven confounds the wail of rancor.

Come, heaven! Come, earth! With mercy so tender, adopted in splendor, all bloodletting malice shall melt into praise.

Riches of grace are lavishing still—breathlessly awaiting the fullness of days, when all will be gathered and richly arrayed.

Come, heaven! Come, earth! With mercy so tender, adopted in splendor, all bloodletting malice shall melt into praise.

‘Tis now that blood shall serve its purpose: of fertile womb, and fecund field, the hallowing hand of good pleasure’s full yield.

Come, heaven! Come, earth! With mercy so tender, adopted in splendor, all bloodletting malice shall melt into praise.

Now redeemed; yea, adopted! What mystery breaks o’er us. Every soul, bathed, forgiven; our inheritance ‘fore us. Good pleasure’s remittance from the Spirit who bore us from fate’s crippling snare to the One who adores us.

Come, heaven! Come, earth! With mercy so tender, adopted in splendor, all bloodletting malice shall melt into praise.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Inspired by Ephesians 1:3-14.