Profitable

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I ran away, but then I found
That God would set me free.

My given name, Onesimus,
Was not first evident;
I lived a life full blasphemous,
Unwilling to repent.

I fled my master’s domicile,
I ran away to Rome.
But after I had stayed a while,
Paul kindly led me Home.

He showed me Christ, the Son of God,
Who ransomed me from sin,
Who lifted me from filthy sod
And made me new within.

And now I want to serve the Lord
And my dear brothers, too;
His lovingkindness my reward,
His way my avenue.

 

© Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
from The Abundant Heart 

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