The Saviour - My Hope

When darkness seems as black as night,

And worries pierce my soul

The Saviour prays and intercedes,

He comes to make me whole.

When trials abound in every sphere,

And burdens weigh me down,

The Saviour takes me in His hand,

His glory is my crown.

When worldly things pull and press,

And Satan steals my joy.

The Saviour holds me in His arms,

His strength is my alloy.

When sin abounds and fear endures,

Temptations lay me low,

The Saviour comes with gentle words.

"Don't fret, I love you so!"

© Carolyn Davison 4th October 2015

The Bride

Who is this Bride so splendid?

She's been bought with a price.

Her beauty goes beyond the nations

A dear and treasured wife.

Who is this Bride so belovèd?

Who looks upon her Groom, 

As her Saviour and Redeemer,

Conqueror o'er sin's gloom.

Who is this Bride so precious?

More precious than a gem.

Adorned in robes of beauty,

Blessed more than other men.

Who is this Bride so cherished?

Her position is renown. 

She wears not thorns upon her head

But a glorious, jewelled crown.

This Bride is Jesus' people

The ones He came here for.

He became a Sacrifice

To win her,

He became her open door.

Now all who come to God

Come through Jesus, His only Son,

To be adorned in wondrous splendour.

The victory He has won.

Victory over sin and death,

Damnation and the tomb.

© Carolyn Davison 8th August 2015