A Heart after God
Our bodies are made of clay,
As long as we trust and obey;
We will not cure as the Lord molds,
And is shaping us as He holds.
But are pressed on every side,
While we live life to abide;
Yet not going into despair,
Since we go to the Lord in prayer.
Pursued but yet not forsaken,
For our soul is awaken;
Smitten down but yet not destroyed,
Since the Gospel shield is employed.
We have treasure in the Good News,
That Jesus Christ paid our dues;
Through the cross of the crimson flow,
For covering all that we owe.
While we are here still alive,
We let the Holy Spirit drive;
When we are allowed one last breath,
And been handed over to death.
But it is for Christ and His sake,
That once again we will awake;
Free from bodies that were diseased,
As long as God has been well pleased.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
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