As to ‘caring for’ the Sermon on the Mount, if ‘caring for’ here means ‘liking’ or enjoying, I suppose no one ‘cares for’ it. Who can like being knocked flat on his face by a sledgehammer? -C.S. Lewis
I’m needless to You, yet fierce is Your care.
It pierces, else the claim that You are Lord
Would be a dream; believe it I’d not dare.
Did You not say You brought to man a sword?
To hear that One with Life as You possess
Does offer life, and peace to disarm sin:
The truth, I’d judge, must surely be much less,
Had You not yanked my heart from death’s low den.
‘Twas needful You should hack my heavy pride
If from that dreadful prison you would raise me.
O blessed blade, from which I sought to hide
In blindness I deemed light, and falsehoods hazy!
To meet You as You are, it stabs the soul.
The wounds that you inflict, they make us whole.