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Written by Philip C. Vinson
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Wednesday, 02 July 2008 01:53 |
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Sin and mercy started in the garden, Only God could show mercy, and give a pardon. There was no place they could hide. No longer could God come and walk by their side. Sin became part of the life of Adam, Eve and Cain, Now in every person sin would reign, Until the time when Jesus came, Now mercy and forgiveness we would regain. When it was time for the flood, Noah offered a sacrifice of blood. N ow the true sacrifice has been revealed, The sins of all mankind could be healed. God shows his mercy to a thousand generations, And reveals His mercy and manifestations. Mercy is shown to the strong and the weak. It is given to those that follow Him, and mercies seek. At the cross God's mercy to us was shown. Man didn't deserve God's will to be known. His mercy is shown to all, Won't you listen to Him now, and heed His call? Just come to Jesus, He will show His mercy now. Jesus will help you, He knows just how. If only you knew just how much He loves you, If you knew how much for you He wants to do. On the cross mercy was shown to all that day. But to reveal His mercy, a great price He must pay. But until the time our goal we reach, Jesus, love, and mercy we must teach. |
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Written by Philip C. Vinson
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Wednesday, 02 July 2008 01:50 |
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Is there a reason to go on? You have forsaken me; You are gone. Is there a cause for this to be? Why have You forgotten me? What is the purpose any more, to try? It doesn't seem to matter if I live or die. How many times have I called and You did not hear? I asked and You did not draw near. I was hoping You had come at last. But once again, by me You must have passed. To serve You, I made up my mind to do. Now where are You? How much more can I take? I have searched for You when awake. Lord, I have tried to give You my best. Why, now, are you taking Your rest? Your presence I can no longer feel. My spirit You do not come and heal. Can I get through even one more day? Why do You no longer come my way? Life has been like struggling through mire. I get so weary; I surely do tire. Why does life have to be like this? Death would be a joy; life I would not miss. "Your struggles, all about them, I know. Revelation to you I now show. For Me, you have made your stand. All the time, I kept you in the hollow of My hand!" |
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