Turn the Other Cheek

How wonderful if I could be

Like Jesus in my life - and show

Such love to others - as He showed to me.

He never counted the cost,

Humiliated - Whipped - Crucified.

In dying He bore my sins on the Cross.

He's poured into my heart such healing grace -

And day by day for strength I pray

A prize to win at the end of the race.

'Tis a Holy path I tread each day -

Watching and waiting His will to discern -

Spending much time to pray.

Learning to turn the other cheek,

When Satan hurls his poisoned darts

And trying so hard - not to be weak.

But to stand firm on the "Rock of Salvation"

And hold on to His outstretched hand,

As He gently leads into Eternal revelation -

That wonderful "Promised Land"

19/10/86

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