I Sinned!... A Poem

I sinned. And straightway, posthaste, Satan flew before the presence of the Most High God,

and made a railing accusation there.

He said, "This soul, this thing of clay and sod,

has sinned. 'Tis true that he has named Thy name,

but I demand his death, for Thou hast said,

"The soul that sinneth, it shall die."

Shall not Thy sentence be fulfilled? Is justice dead?

Send now this wretched sinner to his doom.

What other thing can Righteous Ruler do?"

And thus he did accuse me day and night,

and every word he spoke, O God, was true!



Then quickly One rose up from God's right hand,

before whose glory angels veiled their eyes,

He spoke, "Each jot and tittle of the Law

must be fulfilled; the guilty sinner dies!

But wait--suppose his guilt were all transferred

to Me, and that I paid his penalty!

Behold My hands, My side, My feet! One day

I was made sin for him, and died that he

might be presented faultless at Thy throne!"

And Satan fled away. Full well he knew

that he could not prevail against such love,

for every word my dear Lord spoke was true!

By Martha Snell Nicholson

Brother Glen

 

I got this from a friend of mine that posted it on one his gleaning articles, the poem is amazing but what is more amazing it the woman that wrote it, she has many more... Check her name to see the full story, our problems are miniscule compared to hers... Praise God!... Brother Glen

Martha Snell Nicholson | Women of Christianity