Poetry

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I wear my cross on the inside,
Where only God can see.
There, it has such meaning,
Because of Calvary.

I'm no longer living,
In selfishness and pride.
But living now for Jesus,
Because, He lives inside.

He greets me fresh each morning,
And upon my bed at night.
My Lord keeps watching over me,
In darkness and in light.

I can't escape His presence,
Nor do I desire so.
But thankful that He's near me,
Comforting my soul.

How could I live without Him,
I can't for the life of me,
Think how I ever could have lived,
Without Him, living in me.

If the world could only see Him,
Living inside of me.
Praise God they can, because I'll live,
The life He's given to me!

Rejoicing in My Saviour,
The One Who died for me.
He put a new song in my heart,
I sing because I'm free.

This sin nature shall leave me,
When death decides its day.
But clothed in glory I shall be,
In that triumphant Day.

My victory's all glorious,
All praise to God above.
When I confess known sin to Him,
He covers me in His Love.

His Spirit there to quicken,
When I yield and obey.
What precious cross of Jesus,
He bore for me that day.

No outward sign of metal,
But inward quiet rest.
A well spring of Living Water,
Flows from within my breast.

Silence for this tongue, would be sinful,
Ashamed of Christ I'm not.
But boldly preaching Jesus,
For what great work He's wrought.

The sinner's Saviour is still here,
He seeketh all the lost.
Let every one, that's thirsty, Come!
Come, and drink at the Cross!

Free Salvation! Free, I Say!
Come now just as you are!
Invite the Saviour into your heart,
And wear the cross that He bore!

Hallelujah! What a Saviour!

June 22, 2004 Copyright Gary James Smith
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