Sufficient Grace
Once an object of wrath
And deserving hell's fire
But Jesus took my bath'
Conflagration of God's ire
So an enemy no more;
I'm brought into God's fold
Carried through His door
And out of night's cold
He calls me His child
His heir and His bride
Though once an orphan wild
Now seated at Christ's side
And soon He'll return
When salvation's complete
When no longer I'll yearn
For His own face I'll meet!
Copyright © Pardy Mupfumbu | Year Posted 2019
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