This is “Yet not I but Christ in me” by CityAlight:
What gift of grace is Jesus my redeemer There is no more for heaven now to give He is my joy, my righteousness, and freedom My steadfast love, my deep and boundless peace
To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus For my life is wholly bound to His Oh how strange and divine, I can sing: all is mine! Yet not I, but through Christ in me
The night is dark but I am not forsaken For by my side, the Saviour He will stay I labour on in weakness and rejoicing For in my need, His power is displayed
To this I hold, my Shepherd will defend me Through the deepest valley He will lead Oh the night has been won, and I shall overcome! Yet not I, but through Christ in me
No fate I dread, I know I am forgiven The future sure, the price it has been paid For Jesus bled and suffered for my pardon And He was raised to overthrow the grave
To this I hold, my sin has been defeated Jesus now and ever is my plea Oh the chains are released, I can sing: I am free! Yet not I, but through Christ in me
With every breath I long to follow Jesus For He has said that He will bring me home And day by day I know He will renew me Until I stand with joy before the throne
To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus All the glory evermore to Him When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat Yet not I, but through Christ in me!
Last week on Facebook I was on a thread which was discussing abortion. One person said that they believed abortion killed a human life, but she also thought it should be legal. This seemed like a very strange opinion to hold, so I asked why she thought this way. The response I received was as follows:
“Ethical behaviour is not brought about law, all that brings is the fear of being caught.”
Person on Facebook, explaining why abortion should remain legal
I responded to this using my favourite Martin Luther quotation…
“It may be true that the law cannot make a man love me, but it can stop him from lynching me, and I think that’s pretty important.”
Today we get stuck into the chapters of Till We Have Faces! In the first two chapters of the book, Lewis sets the scene for his story in the fictional city of Glome.