REPENT
The works that you do don’t count
No matter how busy, how much good you do
The works that you do don’t count
.
You can wear yourself out
Neglect all your friends
Fall down by exhaustion consumed
Yet it’ll have no effect
Like giving your body to be burned
.
You lack the foundation
The one sure and true
The repentance from self
To which God always woos
.
You’re lost in a spider’s web
Of delusion
.
The works that you do
Are wood, stubble, and hay
No lasting fruit will they yield
For You’ve built your house upon the sand
Of activity, programs, and zeal
.
You’ve read the Bible
You’ve figured it out
You know what He requires
You’re doing it all
The best way you can
Sure that He’ll overlook your failures
.
The trouble with that
Dear friend, kind and true,
Is that the whole law you must keep.
Or else you must lay yourself down
In the dust at His feet.
.
Your worthlessness,
Hopelessness
Clear you must see
And repent of, too,
while you’re there.
And then Jesus,
Will come in the door of your heart
His life will He live out, there
Inside you, the Rock you will have found
.
Our job is joy
Our work is belief
Our occupation to trust Him all day.
For He will accomplish the work to be done
He will deliver, unbind
.
What kind of madmen have we become
That we think that we do the work?
When Jesus is God Who came here and died
Salvation to give free to us?
.
Kaylyn Turner 1993
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