The tormenter of my soul doth come…your lost he says to me,
You’re nothing but a sinful mess, a dreadful sight to see.
Just think how often you do fail, God couldn’t love you now,
You know I say…he could be right, and on my knees I bow.
Oh Lord I say, I’m so unworthy, the tears like a river flow,
He’s right, I am a sorry mess, I’m hopeless this I know.
But then that voice so still and soft whispers to my heart,
Pay him no mind, don’t listen to him, of truth he has no part.
For I have called you, it is I that loves you, and I have made you clean,
No demons from hell, no devilish spell can change the plans I mean.
And deep within my heart so trembling a seed begins to sprout,
For that small voice has vanquished fear, and made me want to shout.
I’m free, I’m clean, I’m righteous I know, for He has made me so,
O accuser of all righteous made…it is you that has to go.
I thank my Lord, and love Him too as on this truth I dwell,
I am loved, redeemed and righteous, and all with my soul is well.
Phillip Clements
Praise God for you Pastor Phil. Your words hit my heart and I feel a lot less unworthy before Him.
ReplyDeletePastor, as Christians one of the hardest things for us to do is forgive ourselves. Our selfish pride causes us to do terrible things then after God saves us it takes an act of faith in His mercy and grace to forgive ourselves. I am so glad it is not about anything I do but all about what Jesus did for me. It is because of His love which I cannot even comprehend that I am saved and blessed beyond measure. Thank you for sharing this poem.
ReplyDeleteAll is well.