The Master had preached about servant hood,
That for righteousness they should all thirst,
While those at the table were quarreling,
About glory and who would be first.
They thought He would ring in the kingdom,
Through force and a mighty right hand,
But He gave them much more to think about,
While He taught them of God’s holy plan.
God lavishes love on His children
And every spiritual blessing in Christ,
To turn us away from this sinful world
By which we’re so easily enticed.
I don’t need a PhD
In religion or theology
To drink of the sweet mystery
Of the God who died and rose for me.
I don’t need high society’s pedigree
Or a two thousand year old family tree
Nor an earthly king’s edict or man’s decree
To know who I am and was meant to be.
By the foolishness of my own hands
I’ve burned many my share of bridges,
I’ve scaled treacherous mountain peaks
Then fallen down hard from their ridges.
I’ve soared on wings of eagles
And trod where angels don’t dare,
I’ve experienced joy inexpressible
And sunk deep in the pit of despair.
Before I spoke my Savior heard
My earnest and heartfelt plea,
Jesus save me I’m drowning in sin!
And that cry changed my life’s destiny.
In His good and right and perfect time
Christ laid down His life, a thought so sublime,
Became fully Man yet still fully Divine,
So He could say, “You’re a child of Mine.”
Mark Tinjum – 2015
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