The Precious Purpose Of Prayer

Think not that prayers aren't heard above, God has a heart of gold... And He has heard the King of Love, The day Christ's Blood ran cold... Through Christ alone, God's mercy flows In Christian hearts like mine... Who sense the debt each sinner owes To Him who is divine... At night, before His hour came, The Son of God bled fast, When fears beset His mortal frame And He stood there aghast... He prayed beyond His fragile thoughts, Now humbled, on His knees... This King of Kings, this Lord of Lords, This Christ, the Prince of Peace... As servant of the Lord Most High, He sought His destiny! Was He to live, was He to die? If death, then Calvary! No easy death, no great escape, No mercy from His foes... His body whipped, bent out of shape, Such truths God only knows... The choice was plain, no turning back. By faith, He went ahead... To face a future, oh, so black, That He was good as dead... With firm resolve, He now stood tall, Because He understood... Obedient to His Father's call, So brave, so bold, so good... Thus Judas kissed the Son of Man With Christ betrayed that day, Who prophesied God had a plan To take Man's sins away! Thus Jesus went from place to place For men to choose His fate... For rogues to beat His precious face And scoff and celebrate... But Christ faced more than fists and whips, As Calvary drew near... To leave behind His Blood that drips And mingles with each tear... For there, the precious Saviour prayed, Forgiveness to implore, Of God, who watched such things dismayed And wept for Him for sure... Think not that prayers aren't heard above, God has a heart of gold... And He has heard the King of Love, The day Christ's Blood ran cold... Through Christ alone, God's mercy flows In Christian hearts like mine... Who sense the debt each sinner owes To Him who is divine... Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2010.