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October 31, 2009

A Song of Salvation

Filed under: Verse — amerrick @ 4:51 pm

Jesus, my Truth, my Way, my sure unerring Light,
On Thee my feeble soul I stay, which Thou wilt lead aright.

My Wisdom and my Guide, My Counsellor, Thou art;
O let me never leave Thy side, nor from Thy paths depart.

Thou seest my feebleness; Jesus, be Thou my power,
My help and refuge in distress, my fortress and my tower.

Myself I cannot save, myself I cannot keep;
But strength in Thee I surely have, whose eyelids never sleep.

My soul to Thee alone now, therefore I commend;
Thou Jesus, having loved Thine own, will love me to the end.

-Charles Wesley, 1749
From the Common Service Book of the Lutheran Church, 1919, number 340. Yes, he was a Methodist…it is interesting what one finds where. The greatest hymns seem to transcend at least the Protestant church divisions throughout the centuries.

October 7, 2009

Some Thanksgiving Poetry from Twelve Years Ago

Filed under: Verse — amerrick @ 8:50 pm

God’s Work is Not Done

I give my thanks to God for all his love,
When I was lost he sent his only son.
A great gift from our Father up above,
He paid the price, but his work is not done.

Now we must tell the world of Jesus Christ,
If we do not, the human race is lost.
How Jesus paid the wages of sin’s price,
And his precious blood shed for the cost.

So many now will waste their lives in sin,
We must tell of our Savior’s wondrous deed.
Let’s work each day some other life to win,
And save some souls in terribly great need.

What love is this, what sacrifice he made!
This is the story of the price he paid.

-Audrey, November 27, 1997 (age 11)

Thanksgiving Sonnet

Deserving Hell, today I live and love.
Propensities to wrong, my tendency.
The strongest pulls below, not from above;
Attempts to rise subject to gravity.
I want to do the wrong because I am
The sinner; and I am, because I sin;
The life I live respectably’s a sham,
Eternal life’s not possible to win.
Thank God there is a righteousness to own!
An heir of Christ, my one hope to survive–
The consequences of the sin I’ve sown
Ascribed to him, the only perfect man alive;
Destroyed–the proud, rebellious, foolish fraud
And reconciled my wayward heart to God.

-Aaron, November 27, 1997 (age indeterminate)

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