Thursday, August 21, 2008

A Slave of the Savior


I'm a slave of the Father,
Set free by His blood.
I am bound to His service,
Washed clean in the flood.
What hope for me blossoms!
What love for me flows!
I pray that my joys in
His great service shows!

There's hope for the future
And joy in the past,
Because in the present
I'm bound to Him fast.
His yoke is not heavy;
His burden is light.
And under His cross
I soon will take flight!

1 comment:

Heidi Chaffee said...

Beautiful poem, Bekah! Thanks for the encouragement. Love, Heidi