Church men, hard as nails,
No emotion,
Watched as each slave was
Loaded onto a ship.
"It's fine to be hard,
These are not human,
On Sunday we will
Show our devotion.
We will justify our evil
To God. He will understand!"
But the God of creation
Looks down from above,
With a heart of anger
And wrath.
The deceitfulness of sin
Ruins the inner man.
No more can he stand
Before the God he proclaims
As his own.
Disobedience, like a huge wall
Separates man from his Creator.
False religion
Blasphemous religion.
Men destined by their own arrogance
To spend eternity in hell
Black slave, with changed heart,
Full of emotion,
Prays to God each day,
Not for himself, but for
The soul of his cruel master.
Every minute of each day
He is filled with true devotion.
Every stripe on his bare back
Reminds him of where he stands,
Redeemed by the One who died for him.
He's safe in his Saviour's hands.
This man in chains is free in a way
His master could never imagine.
Now he can stand
Before the God he proclaims
As his own.
Not in this life, will he be free,
But the life which is to come.
He will live in eternity.
True faith is his,
Salvation is his.
Saved from himself,
Destined by his faith
To spend eternity in heaven.
© Carolyn Davison 6th December 2013
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