My Rescue

Psalm 107:17-22

 

The Rebellion

I was a fool
Rebelling against God
Going my own way.
Away from Him I trod.

The Suffering

The suffering was awful.
There was no hope.
Hating life itself,
I couldn’t cope.

The Cry

Crying out to God,
“Oh, hear me now.
I’m sorry for my sin.
To You I bow.”

The Rescue

He rescued me
Out of my distress.
He lifted me up
From all the mess.

The Word

His Word He sent
Speaking to me.
Touching my heart.
Setting me free.

The Healing

I was healed –
Mind and soul,
Physically and spiritually.
He’s in control.

The Thanksgiving

Thanking Him always.
Changed inside.
Forever more
With Him I abide.

The Telling

I tell others
What He did.
Singing for joy,
My sins He rid.

— Charles B. Mayes

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