FREEDOM

 ‘Tis easy thanking Christ, the Lord,
For the way that He has led,
Ransomed from each binding sin,
By the gushing blood He shed.
Ransomed from a heavy grief,
From sorrow, sin-scarred pain,
But only since my Jesus
Took losses for my gain.

 He stretched His bloody, nail-pierced hands
To this distant miry clay,
And with my hand, I grasped on His,
He rescued me that day.
His arms wrapped all around me,
Then He drew me near His side,
His blood was flowing freely,
Reaching hidden sins inside.

 What a blessed, great transition,
It wasn’t now just He,
But there upon that rugged cross
Was a sinner, namely, me.
And just as Jesus Christ had died,
Then rose in vict’ry, too,
A victory was granted
With a freedom pure and true.

 A freedom from all bondage
To sinful, selfish ways,
Free reign has come to serve the Lord
The remainder of my days.
I tell you, folks, “I love Him!”
He’s my Lord, my God, my Friend,
I will lift His name before you
Until my life finds end.

 Then on that final day will be
A smile upon His face,
I will stand up there before Him
My ticket – His dear grace.
I’ve yearned to hear Him speak to me
Since I confessed my sin.
Unaided¹The word “Unaided” refers to decades of wearing hearing aids. I will hear Him say,
“My child, step right on in.”

 ~Composed by Tomas D. Turner
at a Men’s Retreat on June 16th, 1997.