What I Could Not Do

By the precious blood of Jesus
Like a lamb without blemish or spot
He redeemed us from our futile ways
That the world and our sinfulness taught.

Though our sins be as scarlet and crimson
By His blood we are washed white as wool
His presence to cleanse and to heal us
His peace to restore and make whole.

Our pardon was purchased on Calvary
A new covenant sealed by His blood
What we could not do, He did for us
When He washed away sin like a flood.

Fear not said our Great God and Savior
To approach the great Father above
It’s His pleasure to give you the kingdom
Tender mercies and unfailing love.

We are beckoned – approach the throne boldly
Our entrance secured through the cross
No matter how small, or great the request
Not one word is forgotten or lost.

A Christian poem by:  Mark Tinjum — December 2007

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