His Own Poem by Richard Merrell

At the cry of Holy, Holy!
Do the elders fall
And cast their crowns at Yeshua's feet
They give Him glory, all.

And to this end I do employ
My life, yes all my days
To give the Lord God glory
Praise Him for all His ways.

When I receive the crown of life
I'll cast it at His feet
And say, 'I don't deserve it Lord
for You are all I seek.'

Yeshua looks at me and smiles
Tells me, 'You are My own.'
Places the crown back on my head
Then leads me to His Throne,
And as I sit beside Him there
Tears run down my face;
Because He whispered in my ear
'My brother, you've won the race.'

James 1: 12; Revelation 4: 8-11