Tomorrow, Lord willing, during our seminar time, we will study what the Scripture teaches about sin. This poem by George Herbert expresses well the extent of sin's cunning and power in our lives.
Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round!
Parents first season us: then schoolmasters
Deliver us to laws; they send us bound
To rules of reason, holy messengers,
Pulpits and sundays, sorrow dogging sin,
Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes,
Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in,
Bibles laid open, millions of surprises,
Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness,
The sound of glory ringing in our ears.
Without, our shame; within, our consciences;
Angels and race, eternal hopes and fears.
Yet all these fences and their whole array
One cunning bosom-sin blows quite away.
May the knowledge of our sin drive us to Christ, and may he be glorified by making us trophies of his grace.