Wednesday, September 26, 2012
A Poem of the Gospel
All our 'Christianity' is like filthy rags.
As pleasing to God as he who ever nags.
Religiousness does not please God's heart.
Our external hypocrisy is but the devil's art.
Many church-going bible-reading religious folk
Will be reduced on That Day to naught but smoke
But God is merciful to the humble and lowly and weak
From His heart pours gentleness to the abused and meek.
He sent His Son to pay it all.
On Jesus Christ God's Wrath did fall.
He drank the cup of pain and was afflicted.
The death he died just can't be fairly depicted.
And three days later Death felt a gentle tap on his back
He turned around and Jesus Christ gave him a face smack
Christ the Lord and Overcoming Saviour was alive!
His sacrifice was enough; Victory He wasn't deprived.
In Him is all Truth, Science and Revelation
Step out and touch the King now who swallowed Damnation.