For we do not have a high priest who cannot be touched with the feelings of our infirmities, but was in all points tempted just as we are, yet without sin. Therefore let us come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
Hebrews 4:15, 16
Following is one of my favorite poems by my husband, Nathan Pitchford.
Our Great High Priest
Emboldened by my priest, I come
Before the throne of grace,
And there find mercy to press home
Through toil-laden days.
Though every step I seem to fall,
I know I cannot fail:
My great Forerunner, once for all,
Has entered now the veil!
This road each weary step he trod,
That I, a worm of earth,
Might stand before a holy God,
Dressed only in his worth;
Thus I (poor, vile son of earth)
So confident may be,
For God sees now my Savior’s worth,
And smiles, and welcomes me!
So doubly sure of grace am I,
That have two things of God,
Who will not fail and cannot lie –
His promise and his blood!