Today slips through our grasp,
How many do we have?
A sense of our mortality,
Would drive us on in urgency.
We number all our days,
And wisdom comes to stay,
How soon will come our final breath?
Who knows the hour of their death?
With death the litmus test,
To hell or heaven pressed,
And in that moment transferred then,
To life, or torture for their sin.
And the most gruesome death,
Forgotten by what’s next,
Cast off in fullest ecstasy,
Or swallowed up in agony.
Yet words will not suffice,
For those in paradise.
A thief returns to Eden’s arms,
The real of every shadowed charm.
Our mask of sin dissolved,
Our understanding solved,
All left to us is the new man,
That God has molded with his hands.
This garden He has grown,
Before His awesome throne,
Was cultivated for our sakes,
For love and grace He now creates.
The joy the Father gives,
Eternal we shall live,
The center of our joy we spy:
Or risen Lord, our Savior, Christ!
If you are now raised up with Christ from the grave,
Selected, elected, by grace and through faith,
Baptized by the Spirit, thus blood-washed and saved,
Partakers in His resurrection.
Start looking to heaven – on things of above,
Where God reigns eternal in triunal love.
The home-land our fathers rebelled from for lusts,
Corrupted in twisted obsessions.
Your eyes set on heaven, not burdens of earth,
Creation still writhing in sin’s sordid birth.
Through food, money, sex, and your rest do God’s work,
Corruption is not your concession.
For you are now dead, and your life is in Christ,
Your hidden with God – the Almighty on high,
So sin has no power to rule in your life,
It is but a hollow impression.
With Christ in his glory – with Him – we revealed,
Eternal, ethereal, all horror repealed,
This heaven, our hearts are now blood-bought love-sealed,
Praise Jesus! Let all men confess Him!
Salvation extends like a landscape,
With mountains, and fountains, and plains,
Through history, trekking, God’s hand shapes,
This scenery, this worldview, I claim.
Salvation was seen full in Jesus,
Golgotha, His death on the cross.
His sacrifice, once, now has saved us,
His coming to life raised the lost.
Salvation was seen in the old days,
While Noah, the ark making fast,
The Spirit of God preached through his ways,
Thus saving eight souls from God’s wrath.
Salvation is seen through the washing,
Baptism – not cleansing the skin,
Renewal is there for the asking,
The Spirit will cleanse us of sin.
Salvation is final in heaven,
The risen Christ ruling enthroned.
Like Noah through fire we’ll have Him,
Now pure we are His – His alone!
Salvation then has but this meaning:
That we are all owned by One Man.
And no one malevolence seeking,
Can takes us from out of His hand!