I Was The Criminal
I was the Criminal, hanging beside.
I was the Criminal, sins to reside.
Guilt-ridden, failing and heartbroken, sore –
I was the Criminal, morally poor.
I was the Criminal – sin upon sin –
I was the Faulty, with pleasure and grin.
Lustful and hate-filled – lost to all kind –
I was the Criminal He came to find.
I was the Criminal, weeping for shame.
I was the fallen to share in His Name.
I was the destitute Evil Devout –
I was the outcast for whom He poured out.
I was the Criminal, crying in grief.
I was the Criminal, pleading relief.
He was the Victor in splendorous joy;
He was the Mixer of Freedom’s alloy.
I was the Criminal, hungry for grace –
He was the sacrifice given in place –
I was the Criminal, hoping to know
I’d be remembered in Christly bestow.
He was the Saviour, radiant in death.
He was the Generous, redeeming breath.
I was the Criminal with need to repent.
He was the Life-Giving Hope God had sent.
He was the Finisher of Salvation’s Plan!
He was the Author of Love Upon Man!
He, the Forgiver of wrongful delight –
He, resolution of weakness and might.
I was the Criminal He loved unto death –
I was the cause of His precious last breath.
Mocking was lashes and sin was the nails.
Love was the binding as Mercy impales.
I was the Criminal, washed pure as snow.
I was the Saved, because I chose to know
The Truth of my soul and the Cost of my debt –
I was the Criminal whose crime-price was met.
He was the Answer that echoes throughout.
He was the Breaker of murderous doubt.
Hear “It Is Finished” – His final resolve –
Thus was His plan, and I saw it evolve.
He was Adopter Who welcomed me home;
He, the Almighty, Who promised me come.
He was the Father, Who losing, has won –
I was the Criminal He bought as a son.
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My Soul’s On The Mountain
It was there on the Mountain
His voice rang with joy.
I received my commission
To counter sins ploy;
I’m given my purpose –
His glory revealed.
Up here on the Mountain,
My assurance is sealed.
But down to the Valley
My footsteps must tread –
Back to life’s struggles
And my earthly, deep dread.
Though I wish to linger,
Time whisks me away –
And down to the Valley
I walk in dismay.
Then – lifts up my soul
In a joyful resound!
I need not regret
Where my body is bound!
For up on the Mountain –
With God’s bright array –
My mind and my spirit
Have a haven to stay!
My body may wander;
This Valley to face –
But long will my spirit
Live in His embrace.
For the Mountain, departed,
In heart will remain.
And always, His splendor
In mind, soul will reign.
At Jesus Feet
If He came and sat before us –
If He spoke or held His peace –
If He shared the hope He bore us
And He taught of sins release –
Would I stand in adoration
With my hands in Praise defeat?
Or would I kneel in goodly portion
And humbly hear at Jesus’ feet?
And if someone else were present;
Beat me swift to Jesus’ side
Would their fortune reap my resent –
Would my service build my Pride?
Because a place with Jesus teaches,
And a rest enfolds the Seat
That the humble servant reaches
There to love – at Jesus’ feet.
All For His Glory John 15
All for His Glory;
All for His Name –
All for His wonder
And truth to remain!
Faithful in bearing;
Righteous in Life –
Holding resilient
‘neath edge of God’s knife.
Picking and pruning
And shaping and heat –
All to the end of
A sin-life’s defeat.
Water and twining
And care of God’s Hand –
All to the end of
The life He has planned.
Blessed are His people
And fruitful their ways
For Jesus’ pleasure flows
O’er us in waves.
So draw to Him, nearer,
And plant in His mind –
Hold to His Spirit and
Come Home refined.
But remember, whatever
Goes ill or goes well,
Our purpose is only:
His Glory still dwells.
Nurse's Verses: Poetry Corner with Christ 
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