What good, that morbid pity that inflicts our hidden core
And causes us to tremble as if God’s grace needed more
…like abstinence from laughter or the joys that we estrange
In guilt-appointed penance for the things we cannot change
What good to fret about regret and doubt the truth of He
Who said,’ indeed, who I set free will truly be set free’
So then, pray love
inspires us to follow where He leads
Not to pay for
redemption but to do as His love pleads
What good is vain religion; like an ombudsman for naught
And what is hope if all we grope are gods wrought within
thought?
Alas, alas, would be the apex of our numbered days
If Circumstance would dictate when, if or how much man pays
What good would come of anything, without the grace of God
And who of us are more or less; we are equal through blood
…the blood of He who sets us free; then we are free indeed
To serve our Lord and Master through each other’s humble need
© Janet Martin
So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed. John 8:36
I esp. love this version of this hymn partly because it features the harmonica, the one musical instrument I learned to play :)
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