Get Your Premium Membership

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 © | Year Posted 2019




Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.