Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come,the cooing of dove is heard in our land. Song of Songs 2:12

The winter is over and the rain has departed. The doves from other lands have returned. We hear the cooing of those doves. As per the command of the Scripture, they have come and filled the land to be a sacrifice.

(Voice of the turtledove,” who returned in April from its winter migration and was present in numbers sufficient to provide the prescribed animal sacrifices for the poor (Lev. 1:14; 5:7, 11; 14:22, 30; 15:14;)

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 As it is written in the Law of the Lord, “Every firstborn male is to be consecrated to the Lord” and to offer a sacrifice in keeping with what is said in the Law of the Lord: “a pair of doves or two young pigeons. Luke 2:23,24

Here a poor family has come to the temple with a pair of doves for a sacrifice. Let us behold that sight in spirit.

The doves are cooing in their hands. Going to be a sacrifice. Through centuries millions of doves have been sacrificed there.

But who has come here now?

It is the “Lamb of God who would carry the sin of the world”, who would, after few years become a sacrifice on a hill nearby. Hallelujah!!

(The doves who came from other lands to become a sacrifice.

The Son of God who came down from the heaven to be a sacrifice for us).

Christ has died and was buried and rose up on the third day.

Now there is no need for any more sacrifices. It is finished.

Now there is no need of a dove or a lamb to be sacrificed there.

Let us hide under the rock of ages. He is coming soon.

“My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside,Show me your face, let me hear your voice for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.”  Song of Songs 2:14

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Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee;

Let the water and the blood,

From Thy riven side which flowed,

Be of sin the double cure,

Save me from its guilt and power.

Not the labor of my hands

Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;

Could my zeal no respite know,

Could my tears forever flow,

All could never sin erase,

Thou must save, and save by grace.

Nothing in my hands I bring,

Simply to Thy cross I cling;

Naked, come to Thee for dress,

Helpless, look to Thee for grace:

Foul, I to the fountain fly,

Wash me, Savior, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,

When mine eyes shall close in death,

When I soar to worlds unknown,

See Thee on Thy judgment throne,

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee.