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Created on: June 09, 2008
Oh, Lamb of God,
I come to You;
Your Holy Spirit
bids me to.
And, to the Father
I will pray
His will be done
most every day.
Since someone prayed
that I would see,
then I will pray that
more be free.
It's not Your will,
that we should die;
for we're the apples
of Your eye.
Oh Lamb of God,
I come to You;
Your precious light
has seen me through.
For in my darkest
hour You came,
and took away
my guilt and shame.
I give my life
to You this day,
and pledge my heart
to keep the Way.
Let me be light
for those in fear,
and lead them gently
to Your care.
For some years now, I have noticed a trend in churches to get those who would be converts to quote a simple prayer for salvation. It has developed into what most preachers and evangelists now call The Sinner's Prayer. "Just say this simple prayer, and you shall be saved."
Unfortunately, that's not how it works. It seems harmless enough on the surface, until one engages in deeper investigation. According to scripture, no one comes to the Father unless He calls first. Even then, it must transpire within His realm of being, not quoting some over-used, patented line. And, when someone prays for the salvation of another, the Father hears that prayer and sets in motion a chain of events to draw that lost soul in.
I thought about the situation for quite a while before being inspired to write the poem above. To me, it says everything I was feeling when the Spirit tugged at me to seek forgiveness and healing. I hope it helps to clarify what the heart is truly saying, even if the soul that's repenting doesn't realize it.
Bless you all!
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