Can Jesus be my true portion,

when God's Word I fail to obey;

professing to be a Christian,

yet compromising His way?



Becoming as sounding brass,

is that tinkling cymbal I hear?

not doing unto as I would be done

to others I hold so dear?



The mirror, God's Word, indicts me,

I cannot but now repent;

Forgiveness married sweet mercy,

when to the cross Jesus went.



It's at His feet I am kneeling,

searching His precious face;

feeling His arms hold me gently,

in that gloriously warm embrace.



"Forgive me" ~ oh, Jesus, forgive me"

through tears, he hears my plea;

"Whatever you do to them, my child,

know well you are doing to me!"



Each day is a new beginning,

where mercies are born anew;

forgiveness brings sweet refreshing,

Oh, thank you, my Faithful & True!



Mary Carter Mizrany
May 31, 2007
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