Our Precious
Saviour
by
Barbara Philbrook
Our precious
Saviour slept without a pillow for His head,
lying on straw in a manger instead.
Here on a
mission of great import,
He didn't sign in at a great resort.
A lowly birth
was earlier foretold,
soon His special mission would unfold.
Man would now
have a choice to make,
salvation is being offered for all to take.
An opportunity
to live forevermore,
if we but open our heart's door.
If we accept and
surrender to Him,
a new life in each of us He'll begin.
Changing us from
deep inside,
removing all sinfulness and pride.
Making us each
into a brand new man,
just as promised in the salvation plan.
A lowly birth
and death on a cross,
all so that we need not be lost.
But the decision
is ours to make,
I pray that yours is not a mistake.
Jesus will
return this time as our king,
as all who accept joyfully sing.
Hosanna to Jesus
throughout eternity,
His love is so great He died for you and me.
Our precious
Saviour who gave His all,
now awaits to hear all who call.
 
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