“Oh love that will not let me go”
Those words are in a hymn that I love so.
And so I will cling to You dear Lord
Without Your love my life was lost, ignored.
I had no hope; whence would my hope then come
But from the death of God’s most precious Son?
His life surrendered just to pay the price
Of all my wilful sin and hidden vice.
And I have nought to give save just one thought
That I am Yours, and Your Salvation sought
With my remorse. Where is my guilt now held?
The precious blood of Jesus, its death knell.
Wyn Barratt Oct 2012.