A rebel by inborn nature
A servant by God’s tender grace
Employed by a Master-Savior
Who humbly took our place
As Perfection, Power and Glory
Put on meek flesh and blood
To write redemption’s story
In love’s pure, crimson flood
And now we, rebels by nature
Can be vanquished of our guilt
As mercy weeps on our behalf
In heaven’s Life-blood spilt
He signs our plea for pardon
With holy nail-scarred hand
As once for all, His offering
Fulfills redemption’s plan
Rebels we are by nature
Heirs we are, by grace
Because He sent His beloved Own
To die in our place
© Janet Martin
Hallelujah, what a Savior.
Once you were alienated from God and were enemies in your minds because of your evil behavior. But now he has reconciled you by Christ’s physical body through death to present you holy in his sight, without blemish and free from accusation—Col. 1:21-22
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