Who is this One who could bring poor prodigals right into God's presence and put a song into their lips which no cherub or angel could join with them in singing! Oh! it is this Prince of Peace-He who has made peace with His own blood.
He is in a place that no creature could have entered, save by that work on the cross, and I am in Him; life flowing to me from a fountain which no power on earth can choke up or stop. It is no question of what this creature is-this creature is dead. It is the question of that One in the glory who-knowing no sin-was made sin, in order that you and I might become the channels through whom this life should flow.
Is there that eternal fullness flowing into the soul? the fullness of that matchless love which took up the vilest of sinners as channels for it to flow in and through.