Thursday, June 01, 2006
(to the tune of "Amazing Grace")
How strange the sound,
Salvation hinged on me.
I once was lost then turned around,
Was blind then chose to see.
What "grace" is it that calls for choice,
Made from some good within?
That part that wills to heed God's voice,
Proved stronger than my sin.
Thru many ardent gospel pleas,
I sat with heart of stone.
But then some hidden good in me,
Propelled me toward my home.
When we've been there ten thousand years,
Because of what we've done,
We've no less days to sing our praise,
Than when we first begun.
Dennis Walter Cochran (Dennis the Poet)