You were a worthless prostitute,
Rejecting love for what was lewd,
Once upon a time.
You were disowned and people-less,
No mercy for unrighteousness,
Rejoicing in your crime.
But now you bear the name of God,
And purged of all your faithless fraud,
By His love revived.
Adopted, children of the Lord,
By mercy innocence restored,
So dead in God — alive!
So irresistible His grace,
Forgiveness I can not replace,
I’m His and He is mine.
Through all my sins He calls me ‘bride,’
In rapture that He cast aside,
An eggshell in a hurricane,
A chick within a forest fire,
A cohort in a hostile land,
A skiff without a friendly pier.
The church can not afford to spurn,
Ignoring those within its fold,
And default to the worldly talk,
Like diamonds left in ice and cold.
Yet we must dwell with unity,
And love, accepting painful bliss.
How do you talk to brothers then,
To unify and show them this?
Let your Salvation be your theme,
Authority as God has called,
Of glory found in suffering,
Affirming holy, righteous all.
Great brethren with a kiss of love,
In holiness and unity,
Remember God embraced us all,
We all will share eternity.
And bless each other, too, with peace,
For others pray and intercede,
And spur each other on towards Christ,
The Church, through God and love succeeds.
Now all this said and read,
The Gospel that I have declared,
Is the true grace in place,
In mercy we are standing there.
If standing in His grace,
How is that illustrated?
Here are three men of faith,
Who preached grace incarnated.
Silas followed Paul,
Who preached in Asia and in Greece.
In jails by grace assailed,
Through demonized, and mobs, and beasts.
And taking Peter’s letter,
While Paul was chained in Rome,
Despising death and fetter,
To preach, he left his home.
And she in Babylon,
Has also seen this grace described.
To Persia I have gone,
Confirming all those in Christ’s Bride.
For I would tend the seeds,
That other men have sown.
Feeding all the sheep,
Together grace has grown.
My son Mark too, greets you,
Who prayed for me when I was chained,
A writer, fighter, friend,
His school in Egypt now maintains.
So will you heed the call?
Like others holding no reserve.
Giving Christ your all,
In thanks, for grace is undeserved.