Pierced hands, feet and side, but He'd simply abide
With the plan of redemption in sight
Since all men were cursed, lost, Jesus paid the high cost
Oneness in Him is God's holy delight.
World of men in confusion stand beguiled by illusion
That many ways, conflicting, are yet true
But in woeful compromise, they fall short of the prize
Who, despite truth, do not what God says to do.
Full and free, Christ's shed blood, forms that atoning flood
Which can save one who God's law has breached
But, though free, it has cost, so to save one who's lost
One must go where the blood can be reached.
Balm of Gilead bleeding gives grace so exceeding
Such hope found in His gift so free
Obedient and faithful, I find blessings so hopeful
Which brightens my daily journey.
Our orders, His demands, delivered by nail-scarred hands
He calls Christians to spread broad the news
And molded by recognition, the daily commission
Is their seeking the lost e'er they lose.
In times of fear and war, and whether near or far
Still unity must be our cry
For eternity lurks, may there be none who shirks
The plea for which Jesus did die.
Men's fickle trends fall, but towering over it all
Is the prayer of a Lord before His dying,
One as He and God are, there's our beacon and star
Purest unity all error denying.
-- Neal Pollard
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