A Son of God
They say the One who loves me most
Is nothing but a hoax
They say the God who gave me breath
Is just a wise old anecdote
They say I lack accountability
And self-esteem, and truth
But I know the wretched man I am
I need no further proof
Yet who are they to say
Christ’s loving hands weren’t pierced for me?
Can they take back the alabaster
That anointed Him to bleed?
Can they not see I am indebted?
For I was never worth the cost
I might as well have been the Roman
Who nailed Him to the cross
He could have left me as a wicked man
To die and then be gone
But by His blood and sacrifice
I became a son of God
1 John 3 New (NKJV): 3 "Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God!..."
Copyright © Kyle Kriticos | Year Posted 2019
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