Jesus My Redeemer
by Mark Dada Flomo
Jesus carved the way for us, denouncing claims of grandeur,
Born a pauper, born to die, not seeking fame or splendour.
Rejected by religious men, not honoured by His creatures,
Yet meekly Jesus carried on, the greatest of all teachers!
He had no home to call His own, though He owns earth and heaven,
He willingly set all aside to do His Father's bidding.
Who but the holiest, purest God has patience so unending?
And gives unto the weakest one a love so condescending?
Who constantly forgives the sins we daily bring before Him?
Who holds us in His loving arms, how could we not adore Him?
He, who knows our weakest frame, when led into temptation,
Will draw us from the path of sin to songs of exultation.
To comprehend a love so deep, we have no understanding;
Our finite mind could never grasp a virtue so demanding.
That's why it took a Holy God, the God of all creation,
To bear the burden of the sin that runs through every nation.
Try as we might, we'll always stray, we're easily persuaded,
The way of righteousness, it seems, is far too heavily shaded.
With sin and its attractiveness, the path is so entreating.
The revelation of its pain, is slight, almost receding.
But sin demands a certain toll, a payment is required,
The bright lights only last so long, they're fake, they're not inspired.
The colour of eternal grace, the truth that shines forever,
Cannot be dimmed by earthly vice, nor through some man's endeavor.
When Christ proclaimed this plan of love, His blood flowed to achieve it;
He gave it freely from His heart, we need but to believe it.
The price is paid; the race is won; the victory to be savoured!
Here comes my redeemer!
Christ has defeated all His foes, His way is to be favoured.
He nail them all on the cross,
So am blessed to be called his child.