Where is God's Power?
Samuel Stevenson
A city full of churches
Great preacher, lettered men,
Grand music, choirs and organs;
If all these fail, what then?
Good workers, eager, earnest,
Who labour hour by hour:
But where, oh where, my brother,
Is God's Almighty power?
It is the Holy Spirit,
That quickeneth the soul.
God will not take man-worship,
Nor bow to man's control.
No human innovation,
No skill, or worldly art,
Can give a true repentance,
Or break the sinner's heart.
Great God, revive us truly!
And keep us every day;
That men may all acknowledge,
We live just as we pray.
The Lord's hand is not shortened,
He still delights to bless,
If we depart from evil
And all our sins confess.
2 comments:
"The Lord's hand is not shortened, He still delights to bless, If we depart from evil and all our sins confess." Mm, very good poem.
(Oh and by the way, just wanted to let you know I've awarded you!)
Many thanks, Lady Ashlin!
And for the award also!!! =D
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