Forgiven
Grace is the kindness and favor of God
extended to you. It is nothing you can earn or
deserve. Grace is God saying to you, "You can
do nothing to save yourself; there is no need
to ever try because I have done it all. I have
given My Son to die for you, and He has made
the perfect sacrifice for your sin. Come and
receive My free gift."
--- Text by Roy Lessin ---
extended to you. It is nothing you can earn or
deserve. Grace is God saying to you, "You can
do nothing to save yourself; there is no need
to ever try because I have done it all. I have
given My Son to die for you, and He has made
the perfect sacrifice for your sin. Come and
receive My free gift."
--- Text by Roy Lessin ---
A Rusty Nail
I ran a nail into my hand,
The wound was hard to heal;
So bitter was the pain to stand
I thought how it would feel,
The wound was hard to heal;
So bitter was the pain to stand
I thought how it would feel,
To have spikes thrust through hands and feet,
Impaled by hammer beat.
Then hoisted on a cross of oak
Against the sullen sky,
With all about the jeering folk
Who joyed to see me die;
Impaled by hammer beat.
Then hoisted on a cross of oak
Against the sullen sky,
With all about the jeering folk
Who joyed to see me die;
Die hardly in insensate heat,
With bleeding hands and feet.
Yet was it not that day of Fate,
Of cruelty insane,
Climaxing centuries of hate
That woke our souls to pain!
And are we not the living seed
Of those who did the deed!
Of course, with thankful heart I know
We are not fiends as then;
And in a thousand years or so
We may be gentle men.
But it has cost a poisoned hand,
And pain beyond a cry,
To make me strangely understand
A Cross against the sky.
With bleeding hands and feet.
Yet was it not that day of Fate,
Of cruelty insane,
Climaxing centuries of hate
That woke our souls to pain!
And are we not the living seed
Of those who did the deed!
Of course, with thankful heart I know
We are not fiends as then;
And in a thousand years or so
We may be gentle men.
But it has cost a poisoned hand,
And pain beyond a cry,
To make me strangely understand
A Cross against the sky.
Robert W. Service
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