I Come

Another poem

 To close this page

  Free form and line

   To ease the pain

    Of the sword that cuts

     So deep within

      His word is sharper

       Than the sword of man!


Can you hear and feel

 I tremble in Him

  His hand is heavy

   Holding the future firm

    Of such sure promises

     Of such grace secure

      So heed the call

       And count the cost

         He paid the price

          For your soul’s worth

           His blood so pure

            His cross now ours

             No excuse He hears

              Only, yes Lord,

I come!