A few weeks ago, the pastor and elders of the church we had been visiting, came to our home to pray for us and while here, to hear our witness of Christ for membership. God had been working twenty years for this transition from our last church. All that the Lord has done in my life (almost 79 years) could never be shared in one day, and I praise Him that He is not through with His work in my life. The following poem is the concise witness the Lord gave me for that day.
His Story is My Story
No one knows even half of my story
It is covered by heaven’s pure glory.
Jesus came down and died for my sin.
By HIs blood I am cleansed from within.
By His righteousness alone,
For my sins did He atone.
So that sinners such as I
May on His work now rely.
Singing and praising every day
In the new and upward way.
Fran ~ 2018