Lead me in your truth and teach me for you are the God of my salvation; for you I wait all the day long.

Psalm 25 verse 5

Who is the man who fears the Lord? Him will He instruct in the way that he should choose.

Psalm 25 verse 12

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you.

Psalm 32 verse 8

Behold, you delight in truth in the inward being, and you teach me wisdom in the secret heart.

Psalm 51 verse 6

Teach me your way, O Lord, that I may walk in your truth; unite my heart to fear your name.

Psalm 86 verse 11

Blessed is the man whom you discipline, O Lord, and whom you teach out of your law.

Psalm 94 verse 12

Teach me to do your will, for you are my God! Let your good spirit lead me on level ground.

Psalm 143 verse 10

All your sons will be taught by the LORD, and great will be your children's peace.            

Isaiah chapter 54 verse 13

Jesus said: Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.

Matthew chapter 11 verse 29

Jesus said: It is written in the prophets, "And they shall all be taught by God". Therefore, everyone who has heard and learned from the Father comes to me.

John chapter 6 verse 45

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Jesus victorious at dawn This poem was written in the run-up to Christmas 2000. I was acutely conscious of the contrast between the pure and perfect love of God on the one hand and the sometimes gross, even crass, disrespect for God among the people that I know on the other hand. As humans we have the tendency to create God in our own image - be that a religious or an irreligious image. Any such imagination is an insult to His uniqueness and perfection, but the bottom line is that He is willing, ready, and eager to forgive us and move on, no matter how repugnant we've been. That's good news.

A Dawn Like This

A dawn like this has never been,
A sky so clear, a light so pure.
No earthly eye has ever seen
Such glory; but this time for sure
The Sun of Righteousness is come
To bathe in warmth the heart grown numb.

This child that lies atop the straw,
The mystery guest of careless beasts,
Is worshipped in wonder, fear, and awe
By men, who celebrate with feasts
A king who eats and sleeps with knaves;
A warrior who by dying saves.

His name is used by saints to bless
And used by foul-mouthed louts to curse.
Some wrap Him in religiousness,
Some rage to make the saints disperse.
But ever onward marches He
Who conquers through humility.

A manger in a gloomy barn,
Three crosses on a shrouded hill:
To some an ancient, childish yarn;
But on the throne of Heaven still
The Lamb of God, eternal, true,
The friend of sinners, waits for you.

Copyright © 2000, Matthew Hilton