These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Gift of Faith

We walk along this pilgrim way,
doing the best we can,
unknowing all we do and say
are known by just One Man.

"Just do your best, and if your good
is better than your bad,
you'll taste of Heaven's blessed food,
like your mother and your dad."

These sorts of things philosophize
the earthly wise of heart,
but when we see our truest size,
where Truth finds truest start,

we know we need the Help He gives
for our help is of naught.
Salvation in Him only lives.
From a child, the Word is taught.

We try and try, and try again.
Ourselves, we cannot save.
The Hope, that Christ Alone did win,
won victory o'er the grave.

Each spirit - man on the pilgrim way
is dead upon the ground.
The hope we'd know can start today
by the EMT unbound.

Regeneration's joules make live
the heart, that once was lost
from the "silver pads" The Word doth give.
He covers all the cost.

No man can make alive his soul.
The gift of faith we need.
Yet, 'til the monergistic goal
in sin we still do bleed.

How do we simplify this Truth,
that Jesus, Savior, Lord,
Alone can make a lasting youth,
that's founded on His Word?

We read the Truth, that's written there.
He changes "stone, cold hearts,"
and makes alive to feel our care,
and trust as faith imparts.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 17th, 2025