Robes Of Victory Poem by Michael P. Johnson

With You my God I’m flying high
Through grace You’ve set me free
The shame for which I had to die
No more belongs to me

To soar upon my Saviour’s wing
Through sin I gave no thought
But now Salvation’s song I sing
Through faith in Christ’s report Isa.53: 1

For Jesus Christ Your loving Son
Has washed my filth away
That He and I in You be one Jn.17: 20-23
With nothing left to pay

Christ paid it all on Calvary hill
Nailed to a cross of wood
That I may live to do Your will
As You ordained I should

I try my best but sometimes fail
To walk the narrow road
I need You then to pay my bail
And take once more my load

The weight of sin is hard to bear
Too much for such as me
I’m glad my Lord’s no longer there
Still hanging on the tree

But Christ arose and death was scorned
A threat no more to be
To those by grace who walk adorned
In robes of victory

To You my God my Lord and King
All glory I bestow
Eternal praises You I’ll sing
Where now in You I go.