The following, though it is in the first person, was written in honour of the birth of my nephew, (pending name) Paul Leslie Riley IV. May he grow up to make the rest of us jealous by his Christ-likeness.
Oh to see the zeal of Christ, consuming all my frame,
Oh to share my Brother’s heart, For our Father’s blessed name
All earthly gain, twas His by right, He counted as but loss,
Twas passion for His Father’s fame, that led Him to the Cross.
Oh, to have the joy of Christ, direct my steps each day
Bread, pride, and power, though tempted hard, all held o’er Him no sway,
So satisfied in finishing the work His Father gave,
This led Him to bear all our griefs: yea, even to the grave.
Oh, to have the love of Christ, to overflow my soul
To have such viewings of His grace, that unto Him the whole
Love for His Father, Love for us: for which He came to save
Now may this love bind me as chains, to be His happy slave.