Acknowledge His Anthem,
And shout to the Hills,
The Lord payed our ransom,
By the Blood Jesus spilled.
Spiritual Poetry
Acknowledge His Anthem,
And shout to the Hills,
The Lord payed our ransom,
By the Blood Jesus spilled.
When we call to Him there’s comfort,
When we cling to Him there’s approval,
For His Honor’s standing Triumphant,
And His Grace will offer Renewal.
Though darkness called my name,
You were there to save,
But no matter how I tried,
Sin would not behave.
You wrestled with my demons,
Destroyed their feeble power,
Filled me with Your Goodness,
To sing Your Praises louder.
The suffering servant chose,
To disregard His will,
So through Him Mercy flows,
Down the Cross on Judgement’s Hill.
For God would not forsake Him,
But raise Him up instead,
When Hope was fading dim,
New Life was quickly pledged.
The Cross creates a stigma,
For arrogance to exist,
An ego crushing enigma,
The prideful surely dismiss.
But the humble answer the call,
By Faith to be forgiven,
A new heart set to install,
Through Christ our only provision.
Your Grace is simply Beautiful,
Your Mercy’s Heaven sent,
Your Steadfast Love’s immovable,
Crowned by Your second advent.
Lay down your cares, your worries and troubles,
To pick up His Wonderful Grace,
Giving His Strength to meet all our struggles,
And Victory running the race.
Prolifically profound,
And resoundingly resilient,
Thus after two thousand years,
His Word retains its brilliance.
Waters of Wisdom to wade in,
A hearty feast of His Scriptures,
A Lamp to light life’s darkest path,
Then camp by Grace’s rivers.
To astonishing for words,
Are all Your Marvelous Deeds,
King of kings and Lord of Lords,
Your Son meets all our needs.
Returning to His Loving arms,
The Joy of His Embrace,
Forgetting all our earthly charms,
We quickly fall in Grace.