By  Rev. Dean  Beaty  2/23/08
Oh what a joy to be reconciled.
Returned to God when I was exiled.
Cast far away because of my sin.
Before His throne I now enter in.
Not on my own this treasure return.
It was alone, my Saviorís concern.
He paid the price to reconcile me.
By His shed blood on Calvaryís tree.
All of my works would just take away
From His sacrifice made on that day.
Which would you choose in heaven to bring,
Old filthy rags or gifts of a King?
Jesusí shed blood is my only hope.
Is it your own?  How else will you cope?
It can be yours.  Itís not a hard task.
Simply kneel down and then humbly ask.