Without Christ



When we were lost, without Christ,
The sun didn’t shine as bright
And the garden had no glow;
All was vanity and strife,
There was no abundant life…
Our Shepherd we didn’t know.

No peace or joy in the soul,
For we had not been made whole—
No hope of Heaven’s Glory;
Sin and guilt were still within,
Our broken heart would not mend…
Till we heard that old story.

Praise God for the rugged Cross,
Where Jesus died for the lost,
To redeem and set us free;
Made nigh by the blood of Christ,
We now have abundant life…
Through time and eternity.

Oh, how we rejoice and sing,
New creatures serving the King,
Delivered from darkness grim…
Redeemed by amazing grace,
Headed for that glorious place…
Never again without Him.


“At that time ye were without Christ,
being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel,
and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope,
and without God in the world; But now in Christ Jesus ye who
sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ.”
(Eph 2:12-13)


~ Connie Campbell Bratcher - Feb, 2007 ~



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