The Promise of Salvation
by Michael Doyle

It took the Lord God Almighty,
In all His mercy to save me.
I was lost in the wrath of my sin,
Losing my way, time and again.

I suppose a lesser soul could have tried.
I laughed to myself as I cried.
You see, that's just another joke on me, 
Yet it's best taken positively.

There I was, lifted up into the Holy,
By a stranger God that I didn't think knew me.
I prayed about my sins in confession,
Holding my heart humbly, seeking redemption.

You see, this Holy God, He owed me nothing,
Especially if He had listened to songs I'd sing.
But the day that I nearly paid for being lost,
That was really quite close to being the cost.

I had felt my soul sinking into Satan's power,
But the victory was God's in that midnight hour.
I stood as a new man rising from the frozen mud,
Still alive, at the sacrifice of the Lamb's blood.

Looking up into the twinkling of midnight stars,
I knew that there would be plenty of new scars.
And that only through the love of undeserved grace,
I would have let go to death instead of His embrace.

Now, I make my promises to bind my healing soul,
Forever in debt and free from evil's control.
Gratitude is the address. Of where I had stood 
Knowing that God is understood for being great and good. 

(c) May 10, 2025    Michael Doyle
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