Tuesday, August 25, 2015

By The Grace of Him

When I my own sad state survey
Knowing the heart that God can see
Then all that I can think to say
Is, ‘thank-you God, for saving me
 ...and in this race of birth to death
For which there is no trial run
I owe nothing, save every breath
To thank God for what He has done

Our God is merciful and kind
He sent his Son to pay sin’s price
Not leaving it to us to find
By works or blood, a sacrifice
So now, all I can think to give
To prove to Him my gratitude
Is this; each moment that I live
An offering of servitude

The love of God will never fail
In life, in death, we need not fear
Since Time began He tips the grail
Of faithfulness to each one here
And as a new day spills to fill
The place of yesterdays, we know
The God of old is with us still
And by the grace of Him we go

© Janet Martin

Aren't you glad it is by grace, not works we are saved, lest any man should boast? Eph.2:8-9

Aren't you glad God never leaves or forsakes us? Deut. 31:6   Heb.13:5 

Aren't you glad His promises are sure? Deut.7:9  

Aren't you glad no matter who we are, and no matter what we do, if we do it for Him it is enough? 


Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!