My destiny is wrapped up in a Word,
When spoken takes on new identity;
No longer an idea, but interred,
In flesh and blood for all to touch and see.

What I believe about the Son of God,
Becomes the hope which anchors me inside
The veil and saves me from the path I’ve trod.
Now I am free to joyfully abide…

On earth with confidence in promises,
Performance pales in light of who I am;
I sit in places designated “His”–
Inheritance secured because the Lamb…

In love, took on the sentence I deserved;
My place beside Him graciously reserved.

Copyright © 2017 by Deone Emineth


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