The Second Book of Inspirational Poetry byIrene Beales
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Fires kindled by the ungodly
Can so easily draw us -
When we are wallowing
In such a self pity - or slight,
and 'ere we have thought
We have found ourselves
Denying our Lord - and what is right.
Careful we must be - of company we keep,
People will judge by our morals,
We - are His Bible to the wayward throng -
And even tho they claim no creed
They'll be quick to point the finger
If our behaviour seems wrong.
Let's be so careful in a testimony for their need.
Peter was so sure of his love -
Willing to follow His Lord to the grave
And yet - on that dreadful night
He was found - warming by fires of the ungodly,
Denying his beloved Lord -
Caught up in a vicious circle of fear -
He forgot - to be free - there must be a Calvary.
Free yes - Free indeed -
The wonderful experience for those
Who've heeded the call - and recognised their need -
To come to the cross
And accept Jesus as Lord,
The cleansing blood - that He affords.
Praise God - Jesus was willing to carry the cost.