Wednesday, October 17, 2018

To Christ On Calvary, I Belong

I wish I've no desire for any other,
possessing no ugly pride nor vain conceit at heart..
I wish that on Earth I needn't stay over,
for Your embrace, my Savior, is sweeter than a tart!
I wish that mine eyes be fixed-- No, not wander..
--to the Author of faith, my Perfecter from the start.

These I plead, oh my King, for to You I belong,
Make all of my worship be Yours and Yours alone.
Not divided, nor tugged.
No rebel, not a smug.
You are mine forever,
I can't wait no further.

While on earth, I wish I can from sin be free,
that my days, my years, may not bring You grief, but glory.
A contrite, pleasing aroma unto Thee,
You won't despise, just as Christ for mine on Calvary.
To the Holy I willingly bow my knee,
His righteousness secured, no room I have for worry.

Although still an exile, locked in time, and transient;
My breath, my sigh, caught the eye of the Omniscient.
Your light through my prism,
Free captives from prison.
Your Word guiding my hand,
Bring gladness to the land.

When the end has come, I will sing and dance,
Before Your presence, with a humble stance,
Laying down all the crowns from earthly fight, 
To hear, "Well done, my child." is my delight.