“ 'X' Marks The Spot ”
Well, here we are at last, I say;
From here on in we’ll show the way
From hell on earth to Kingdom-layer,
Like Christ black Saturday, whose prayer –Arose from lips already dead,
A crown of thorns upon His head;
Three nails is all it took to save
Mankind; three days in borrowed grave.“Good Friday comes”, the speaker said,
“When to the world we are quite dead;
For it is final, yes siree –
Not ultimate” – that life’s for me!So yes, I said one foolish day,
In Spirit like Nee’s colleague’s play
With evil one – “For it will rain” –
“No more we’ll hear; we’ll bide your game”.“I wish,” I said Houdini like,
“To be so broke (like Jesus’ Spike
Which ground into our Savior’s hand)
There is no hope upon that sand.Then let our Savior have His way –
No special asset future sway,
But walk the walk of poverty,
And watch our Savior rescue me.For He can do most anything,
And will, if praise to God it brings;
Not praise to man – eternally
Is how Christ acts, in victory.So yes, the “X” on calendar
Is bottom point; I hear Him stir
Himself with this wee hell on earth,
To show us all ’bout second birth.Hang back; stand down; do what you will;
For nothing stops His hand; for still
He is the King of Kings, and Lord
Of Lords, as written in His word.So here we go, forgiven sons
And daughters here – for we’re the ones
Christ came to save – opt in at will,
If you would have eternal thrill.Lord, thanks for all You’ve done to date;
I give myself to You, and hate
The life I left across the pond –
Say “Yes” to You; in love respond.Thanks Lord for this.
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