The Young Convert

My Grandparents sent me to church as a young lad.
You know, at first, I was totally mad.

I had nothing else to do, so I told myself “Why not?”
My goodness, I was actually a bit of a snot!

As time went by, I listened to the Pastor preach.
Wow, the words he spoke seemed way out of reach.

Even though I didn’t understand all of the words that were spoken,
Somehow, inside, I felt broken.

Each word that came from his mouth made me more intrigued,
Okay, I was ready…I just had to follow his lead.

He spoke of a man, beaten for me.
Brutally slain and nailed to a rugged old tree.

A man that was perfect; he had never sinned.
They mocked him, spit on his face, and whipped him again.

Why all the torture? Why all the pain?
He was beaten beyond recognition…his blood poured like rain.

The Pastor said that he did it for me,
so I could live eternally.

I gave my life to Christ that day,
I knew in my heart, Jesus was the only way.

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Lovely and powerful; well written.

Thanks...all glory to God!

You said it all.