Tuesday

The Rescuer of Our Souls



Lost on an island,
just waiting to die.
 My days ran together,
as time passed me by.

No ship on the horizon,
no planes overhead.
 If they do ever find me,
 by then... I'll be dead.

Hope began fleeting,
in all my days lost.
Will no one come,
am I not worth the cost?

When mans days were at it's darkest,
and it appeared like no one would come.
Jesus stepped out of heaven
His mission,
 rescue all...not some.

No matter your island,
no matter its place.
You maybe lost in this world,
but you need not remain lost to His grace.

One rescued all,
from our sin and our shame.
The rescuer of our souls,
Jesus by name!

Finder of the lost,
and the rescuer of all men.
For all have been marooned,
hopeless by sin.

No one need remain,
A castaway anymore.
Your rescue is at hand,
His ship is ashore.

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