Sharing my dad’s blog site “Poems From Morning Prayer”
Have a blessed Easter weekend!
A gate I spy in yonder wall,
That marks the bounds of time,
The gate is small but inviting all,
Who will in faith to it resign.
The gate you ask, “What is its shape?”
It is a man with nail-priced hands,
His name of course is Jesus Christ,
Whose grace all of heaven spans.
By faith we sinners dare to hope,
That through him our souls may pass,
And thus be blameless in God’s sight,
For his life that will forever last.
O’ ye builders here on earth,
Who do on other ways insist,
Repent and seek this one true gate,
Lest your chance for life be missed.
C. R. Hill, Jr.
“This is the gate of the Lord;
the righteous shall enter through it…
The stone that the builders rejected
has become the cornerstone.”
Psalm 118:20 & 22…
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