Thursday, October 13, 2011

ALIVE TO GOD


I gave my life to Jesus, when I was in my teens.
They told me just how fortunate that deed had surely been.
They said God had a plan for me so marvellous and good.
But no details were given me. So I misunderstood,
The things that were telling me. I thought I would be rich.
I’d ride on six white horses, not crawl along a ditch.
That I could take it easy, for God was on my side.
That He would give me everything, a husband gives his bride.
Those were my first impressions. I couldn’t turn that down!
I may have been a teenager but I was not a clown.
It wasn’t very long before I really bumped my nose.
It must have been stupidity, or madness I suppose.
For all those first impressions, were absolutely wrong.
My friends thought I was crazy; it wasn’t very long,
Before those foolish notions gave way to what was fact.
By then I was committed; there was no turning back.
I’d started to love Jesus and then I didn’t care.
I’d live for Him or die for Him and do it anywhere.
For I had taken up my cross and set off down my road.
For He had told me softly, that He would share my load.
My circumstance was difficult; I couldn’t care a fig.
He led the way in front of me; His guidance was so big,
It really didn’t matter. His love for me was sure.
There was an inner longing, to live a life that’s pure.
And then He whispered something that made me want to cry.
He said to truly follow Him that I would have to die.
I found it hard to swallow. For death would bring great pain.
He said that He had suffered, and it had been great gain.
So if I would be like Him, I’d have to suffer too.
There wasn’t an alternative to what I had to do.
I’d have to be a student in His school of bumps and knocks.
The colours would be black and blue as people cast their rocks.
But even if it killed me. What was there I could lose?
If Jesus was my Master, His will I had to choose.
But miracle of miracle. The things that I was told,
When I became a Christian, I’m starting to behold.
The fact is I am rich with more than I can ever spend.
My dwelling is a mansion and life now has no end.
Perhaps I am still living, on this side of the tomb.
This world has no attraction; it’s just the ante-room;
To being with my Master. That’s where I long to be.
Alive and in His heaven, for all eternity.
Jim Strickland – Written Friday, 14 October 2011

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