If truly led, the Word of God gives life

So I confess my helpless, sorry state

And glean his good relief from shackled strife

To enter through God’s chosen, narrow gate

 

Through faith, (not blind, as worldly men believe-

but based upon the promises He gave)

I stand before His altar and receive

the undeserved forgiveness, not my grave

 

In rising up, He bids me rise once more

Though rooster crows, and tears are freshly spun;

He washes clean my heart; his blood did pour

like water from the cross, my sins undone

 

Lord, wash me clean with purifying blood

And plunge me underneath your cleansing flood

 

For I receive forgiveness from your hand,

now from my knees to a victorious stand!

 

-Marilyn Griffin