TITLE: Where Could I Go?
By William Stevenson
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Where Could I Go?
I want to hear God’s great Good News
Proclaimed with holy fire.
It is the hunger of my heart
My whole life’s true desire.
However can I call on Him
Of whom is prophesied
That all who call upon His name
Will never be denied?
Oh tell me where I now can go
To hear the message true?
For everywhere that I have been
They tell what not who.
Here they say to everyone
If you do this or that
You will please God and in the end,
You’ll know just where you’re at.
Yet in my heart through God’s own word
I know this cannot be.
For all the good deeds I have done
Are filthy rags on me.
I long to wear my robe of white
Upon our wedding day
And yet to purchase such a robe
I’ve not enough to pay.
All the riches in this world
Could never cleanse my soul.
Only the price of blood alone
Can ever make me whole.
Who then will pay the price for me
To whom can I go?
Is there one that can be found
Who cares about my woe?
Oh tell me where I’ll find this one
Who loves me just so much?
Who loves someone so wretched as me
And willing is to touch
This soul, diseased, so vile, unclean
Despised, rejected, lost.
Oh is there one in heaven or earth
Ready to meet the cost?
I hear a voice from heaven’s throne
Now speak these words to me,
“This is my beloved Son
On him you must believe!
Believe that he has loved you so
And suffered on the tree,
He’s given up his very life
From sin to set you free.
No! Death and Hell could not withstand
His powerful love for you.
No power on earth could e’er restrain
The Holy and the true.
For now he’s risen from the grave
By my own Spirit’s power
And that same strength he offers you
In your life’s darkest hour.”
Oh joy of joy’s I now can know
The answer to my quest,
For if I only will believe
I have God’s very best.
Cleansed from my sin and now renewed
I’ll walk this vale of tears,
His rod and staff they comfort me
And drive away my fears.
And yet how did I ever hear
This message oh so sweet,
It was the voice of His handmaid
Upon a busy street.
She spoke to me in simple words,
“Let me tell you of my love!”
“He is the true and holy one,
The Lord from heaven above.”
She told me how He’d left his throne
At Father’s own right hand,
How he had come to live down here
And meet the law’s demand,
So that all who would believe
Could have their sins forgiven,
And be assured by his own word
Of our new home in heaven.
May I like her, while still alive
Go spread abroad His fame,
And tell to others here on earth
The splendour of Christ's name?
How my redeemer ever lives
And intercedes above
While seated at the Father's hand
Offers to all His love.
Oh, will you not now call on Him
Who rose up from the dead.
For anyone who calls on Him
Believing in His name,
Will live forever in His home
And never more know shame.
Bill Stevenson 17th December 2007 (492 Words)
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