Doug Blair

(April 6,1951 / London, Ontario, Canada)

Right Standing


Try as we might

It eludes us;

Too great and too grand

For our frame.

This mortal flesh

Given to passions

And sin, ill-befitting

Your Name.

But still it’s our hope

To come closer.

You’ve said that we might

Through your Son.

For His is

A perfect obedience

What Law said

“This do”

Now is done.

Yes, done

By the Friend of all sinners,

And “Father forgive”

Was His plea.

And blood was

His ransom and rescue,

Sufficient to save

Even me.

What confidence comes

With the knowing,

That all faults and foibles

Are past.

And prayer and performance

Gain power

In Christ’s righteousness.

Now, that lasts!



(2 Corinthians 5)

Submitted: Friday, April 26, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 27, 2013

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