No Condemnation

Failure with cold, heartless judgments

Raises an angry fist

Its sentence of horror is certain

With my name at the top of the list

For beneath every accusation

Is written a verdict of guilt

But hark; there is no condemnation

For those washed in Holy Blood spilt

Grace…what a blessed assurance

I cannot fathom its breadth

Without it my feeble endurance

Would daily be swallowed in death

Failure with all of its judgment

Would haunt in demonic flood

But God who is rich in mercy

Has banished my guilt with His blood

Often I falter and stumble

But He who has pardoned my sin

Will never leave or forsake me

And thus His peace whispers within

For there is no condemnation

To those who are saved by His grace

Who will reject such salvation

Or shun redemption’s embrace?

Failure with all of its judgment

Raises an angry fist

Justice pronounces its sentence

But hark; what message is this?

There is therefore no condemnation

To those who are in Christ

My heart over-flows with thanksgiving

For love’s redeeming sacrifice

© Janet Martin

Romans 8:1