O Lord, remember not,
How I once stood.
Before mine own reflection,
Worshiping what I thought was good.
Long did I look,
For life’s answers I sought.
Only emptiness grew,
Only death was I taught.
I saw death as inevitable,
A hopeless situation.
Laboring for self in this life,
This was my salvation.
Grabbing hold of my sin,
Oh, how it was glorious.
Accepting my flesh,
How I felt so victorious.
One day without warrant,
My vision re-arranged.
God’s perfect Law came,
My reflection was changed.
My victory was over,
As I clearly saw.
How black my heart was,
Against God’s holy Law.
So what was my answer,
I fretted with fear.
Understanding the wrath of God,
My destiny was clear.
But then came the Son,
With His Gospel of grace.
Crying for help,
As I fell on my face.
Introduced to the cross,
Where Christ died for my sin.
Raising me to new life,
From the old I was in.
Oh, forgive my sins,
And accept my belief.
Then my soul was at ease,
An eternal relief.
Oh, Lord I give thanks,
For Your undeserved grace.
You gave me new life,
That I may finish the race.
An undeserving son,
Thankful always.
Sanctify me, Oh Lord,
Help me walk in your ways.
A great sinner am I,
A greater Savior is He,
Thank God for my salvation,
Praise Him eternally.
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Mark
tagged as Jesus, poem, Thanksgiving day in Culture,Gospel,praise,theology
About the author
Mark is a Christian, husband and father. He is a businessman by day working to support his family while attending seminary in the off hours as he prepares for vocational ministry.
