Advocate Poem by Roy Allen

Is there anyone who can be my Advocate? Job cried.
'Here I am send me, ' from heaven You replied.
The only one capable of such a task
You only could provide what Job did ask.

So You entered into our earth's history.
And lived out a perfect life as it should be.
Then climbed the hill up to the cross You went.
Crying 'Father forgive' as Your life was spent.

For all of us were lost through disobedience
and so You went to the Father in our defence.
You're Jesus Christ the only Righteous One
and by Your sacrifice for sin did atone.

Now in heaven our great Advocate stands
and points to His wounded feet and nail pierced hands.
The price of redemption has been paid in full
and Jesus Christ our saviour is Lord of All.


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