A B C - Poem by Alf Hutchison
Aware are we of our sins,
Because of the fall of man,
Christ, the bearer of those sins
Died in His Fathers plan.
Eternal life, given free
Forgiven by His grace,
Grace that man should ever be
Humbled and in his place.
Indescribable, pain for us He bore,
Jesus Christ upon the cross;
Killed by those He came to restore,
Lest they should end as dross.
My home in heaven is secured
Now He is with The Father,
Our home by precious blood procured
Promised by Abba Father.
Quickly He promises to return,
Return for His joy and pride
Safe with Him, and not to burn,
The Church- His awaiting Bride.
Unless Jews repent and change their ways,
Victory denied by dogma,
Will never know His wondrous praise,
Xenolithic Jews in Christian magma;
Yeshua; The Christ, our shared messiah
Zealously we await our King
…our Lord and our Mashiah.
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