Oh, God of night with moon hung high,
I gaze into Your starry sky,
But not once do I question, “Why?”
I know my God, my King, my Priest,
And none of us is in the least
Deserving of being released
From the penalty of death’s sting,
But for us Lord, You do this thing.
With this one act of grace You bring
Us closer to You, in the fold,
As Your sheep, much better than gold.
Those who deny, left in the cold,
Will one day in the furnace burn,
Because in life they did not turn,
But in their guile, Jesus they spurned.
That’s not the way I choose to go,
I let myself be humbled low
To see Christ’s face in Heaven’s glow.
Copyright 2009 by Brenda LaVelle
Always, in all ways, to God the honor and glory!
(No Ratings Yet)
Loading …
Posted in 
Add to Google