The Search! Poem by Gladys Brown Prince

On bending knees I sought the Lord
My life has been so very hard
I looked at life through my eyes
And having seen the dim lit skies
I thought I could live in disguise

For many years I had such thoughts
That what I sought could not be brought
How could I be sure I must adore
The Man who died my sin to cure
Who with endless love came from above

His nail scarred hands I could not see
His blood He said was shed for me
So sad at heart I could not start
The search for victory He brought
For thus He said before he was dead

When on the cross I looked at last
And saw His bleeding side aghast
I took the time to realize
That this should be no great surprise
His death must really advertise

So there down on my knees I bowed
Asking Him to show me how
I could be alive and still yet dead
Not knowing what the saviour said
Before He died and bowed His head

With conscience clear and heart sincere
I recognized my Saviour there
He beckoned my child come here
Inherit the things I have prepared
For those whose hearts are not seared

I rose up from my bending knees
Understanding what redemption means
I saw prophets and patriarchs of old
Many were martyrs I have been told
The search is off and I'm at home.



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