Tuesday, July 21, 2009

my mom just handed me 30 bucks

Theres a line thats been drawn through the ages;
On that line stands the old rugged cross.
On that cross a battle is raging
For the gain of man's soul or his loss.

On one side march the forces of evil,
All the demons and devils of hell.
On the other, the angels of glory,
And they meet on Golgotha's hill.

The earth shakes with the force of the conflict;
The sun refuses to shine;
For there hangs God's Son in the balance.
And then through the darkness He cries:

It is finished, the battle is over;
It is finished, there'll be no more war.
It is finished, the end of the conflict;
It is finished, and Jesus is Lord.

Yet in my heart the battle was raging;
Not all pris'ners of war had come home.
They were battlefields of my own making;
Didn't know that the war had been won.

Then I heard that the King of the Ages
Had fought all the battle for me
And vict'ry was mine for the claiming,
And now, praise His name, I am free.

2 comments:

PJ said...

Beautifully put.

Cathy said...

odd title ;)