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What shall we say unto these things? If God is for us who could not; Knowing the goodness that He brings, Catering to all that we sought. He who did not spare His own Son, But was given up for us all; Because of what Jesus had done, From what Adam taking the fall. So how shall He not be with Him, And graciously give us all things? Our feeling not to be grim, Knowing the goodness that He brings. Who brings charges on His elect? When it is God who justifies; Who is to condemn and reject? The one who died if God denies. Christ Jesus is the One who died, More than that who also was raised; For believers has not denied, Rather a triumph they have praised. Christ is at the right hand of God, Who indeed is interceding; That believers honor and laud, For the One who had been bleeding. Who shall separate from His love, Shall tribulation or distress; Famine or nakedness thereof, Persecution as we confess. We are being killed all day long, Regarded as sheep to slaughter; Not for committing something wrong, Rather baptized in the water. In all these things that we are more, Than conquerors through Him who care; Blessings of love that will outpour, For anyone willing to share. That neither would death nor of life, Nor things present powers to be; Nor anything else causing strife, Divide us from a love decree. Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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