“To us who are being saved it is the power of God.” ~1 Cor. 1:18
When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died,
my richest gain I count but loss and pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast save in the death of Christ, my God;
all the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to his blood.
Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small;
love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true, its shame and reproach gladly bear;
then he’ll call me someday to my home far away, where his glory forever I’ll share.
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God…we preach Christ crucified: a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles, but to those whom God has called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. ~1 Corinthians 1:18-24.
Drops of grief can ne’er repay the debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away, ’tis all that I can do!
At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light,
and the burden of my heart rolled away,
it was there by faith I received my sight,
and now I am happy all the day!
For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through the blood shed on the cross.” ~Colossians 1:19-20
Near the cross! O, Lamb of God, bring its scenes before me;
help me walk from day to day with its shadow o’er me.
In the cross, in the cross, be my glory ever,
’til my raptured soul shall find rest beyond the river.
I delight in your decrees; I will not neglect your word. ~Psalm 119:16
How sweet are your words to my taste,
sweeter than honey to my mouth. ~Psalm 119:103
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the Word of the Lord stands forever. ~1 Peter 1:25
Blessed are those who hear the Word of God and obey it. ~Luke 11:28
From the first moment of Faith Builders at 9:00 Monday morning through this very moment as I’m listening to God’s Word being read by Susan Garrison and her daughter Allie it has been, and continues to be, an incredibly awe-inspiring week. I’m amazed at the power and the love of our God. I’m thrilled that he looks at me in all my sin and shame and loves me enough to save me. I’m grateful he’s put me in the middle of this community of believers who love him and love each other. And I’m humbled that, for some still unexplained reason, I’m the preacher.
Love it!! Oh and we are so thankful that you are the preacher. By the way, who in the world let their kid come to the cross raising in his jammies? Crazy! he he he
Awesome poem! I love poems that rhyme, and I noticed that some stanzas even have rhyming words in the middle of them. For example, cross and lost; boast and most; and mine and divine. Did you make the poem yourself? The reason (referring to your last sentence) is that God chose you and wants to speak through you to the adolescents at Faith Builders. So, keep up the good work!
It’s an old Christian hymn written by the great Isaac Watts in 1707. We used to sing it all the time. It’s beyond beautiful.