Prisoner of Christ
By David Smith September 23, 2009
The Twenty-third of September Nineteen Eighty-eight;
The day of my arrest, determined my fate.
Knew I was a sinner;
Confirmation was clear.
False charges mixed with truth,
Reputation was a smear.
Knowing change is needed; and to be rebuilt.
O what a joy as circumstances permit.
To build a new life with humble beginning.
Count it all joy when life gives us a trimming.
Whatever is honourable, just and true.
Dwell on God’s WORD, all we can do.
That is the fertilizer as life challenges our thoughts.
Trust in the LORD; repent a lot.
Salvation comes first;
Works will follow.
September Twenty-third; in God’s hand for tomorrow.
That’s what it means to be born a new
The way of the Cross;
His way is true.
To handle the rejection; a Saviour took my place.
Believe with thine heart;
Clothed in His righteousness we face.