His Gifts
My sins – both of commission and omission
do testify against me day and night.
But saving souls of sinners was His mission;
now sinners walk by faith and not by sight.
Lord, how am I to keep your gospel fresh?
Repeated hearings make it seem less real,
for I am inundated by the flesh
and all the vain distractions that appeal.
I strive to grasp this truth mysterious:
“God demonstrates his love for us in this –
While we were lost in sin, Christ died for us”
Though I had just betrayed him with a kiss.
New birth and life eternal are his gifts
As from the dead this hope my spirit lifts.
Written in 2016
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2021
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