The life of a christian. |
MY WAY, MY TRUTH, MY LIFE. My way is any street I'm on Armour's in place,Peace Sandals made Breastplate is worn and Belt of Truth, From fears and,foes I'm unafraid His sword,True too, is Spirit forged Striking the blows for God and Right Conquering foes,cautioning friends, Working with me and to the Light. His Helmet keeps my saved mind at rest Safe while the Saviour holds me fast While I in turn hold fast to Him Who bought this soul at such a cost He came,unwanted and unloved Jew babies died because He came To bear and be cursed for our Sin The Man of Sorrows,soiled and shamed Why then resist a love like that The Love that will not let me go For Him I lay and take up arms I'm found when I admit I'm lost Living for Him, Death dies a death, For dead to all but Him,Death dies. Life beyond life will swallow Death Then Death itself will pass away Death you shall Die,Christ took your sting The Law was satisfied by Grace. For Christ has conquered Sin and Death In vain the quest to find your grave. I love Him for He first loved me He drew me to His Mercy seat. So that by Grace I'll see his face Love make this broken soul complete. For that great joy I wield my sword Girded with armour He provides I stand to face and fight the Foe, His way,for Truth,for life and light. For Him No burden I would shun With Him,no fear can hold me fast Because He lives,I live in Him So by God's grace see Him at last. |