Thursday, August 6, 2009

BEFORE HIS THRONE

All holiness surrounds His Throne
In unmatched power He reigns alone
No sin can stand before His face
For guilt has marred the human race.

Condemned, the sentence clearly gave
No hope for those beyond the grave
The flames of hell in darkened shame
Engulf the souls who bore the blame.

Yet on life's pathway stands a Cross
Where love and mercy bare the loss
When sinner's guilt on Him is laid
The blood of Christ completely paid.

Real freedom opens wide the door
Its guilty past is there no more
For wings have given flight to soar
The Spirit's power to sin no more.
--B. Pent

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful. As always.

Lynnae said...

Oh papa!! You always do such a good job. I love this poem. I'm working at getting better with mine, though I'll never do them just as beautifully as you do.

Leisel Spafford said...

Papa.....BEAUTIFUL!!! :)
& I luv your picture :)