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Hey, Strong Christian!

Hey, Strong Christian, what do you say?
I’m only as good as the hours I pray?
I can’t be as good a Christian as you,
Unless I do things, the way that you do?

I’m not ‘really’ saved if I don’t stomp and shout,
Make a lot of loud noise, wave my arms all about?
I must yell at the devil, and shout to the Lord;
If I pray in a whisper, will my prayers be ignored?

I’m tired, and I’m weary, and I don’t know quite how,
To take a firm stand, and fight satan right now;
I thought Jesus already, had fought that great fight,
Had called me to turn, and come into His light.

I thought that He’d said, that the battle was won,
That His work it was over, was finished, was done.
I can’t earn salvation, how hard I might try,
Not by shouting, nor laughing; if I run, faint or cry.

So please don’t condemn me, and bid me be strong,
You’ve not walked the path, that I’ve walked along.
Though many’ve walked worse, more troubles they’d see,
They’ve still not walked the walk, that has made me like me.

Hey, Strong Christian, give me a hand,
Help me get out of this pit,
For I seem to have wandered, to a faraway land;
And can’t find my way out of it.

I’m stuck in the mud, and I’m sunk in the mire,
I’m bogged down with worry and care,
And their damp, and their dark, has near put out my fire,
Help me to know you are there.

Reach out your hand, in the Name of the Lord,
Reach out to me with His love;
Tell me there’s no one that He can’t afford,
That He’s here, not just ‘somewhere’ above.

Tell me the tale that to you is so old,
That He loves me, no matter my state;
Don’t think it’s too gentle, now that you’re bold,
Tell me! Before it’s too late.

He does not condemn me, nor cast the first stone,
Because I am not what I ought,
He tries to convince me, that I am His own,
The child whom He’s already bought.

So, Strong Christian, dare to be weak,
Lay your strength down at His throne,
And He’ll bring before you, the triumph you seek,
The hurting, the lost, and alone.

Let your strength be His love, to welcome them in,
Let Him draw them, and love them, through you,
Though they’re lost and dejected, and weighed down with sin,
You can win them, with things that you do.

Though you cannot save them, that’s Christ’s job alone,
You can be His hands here on earth,
If you show out His love, make them want to come home,
You can help in your sibling’s new birth.

You can draw back a Christian, who’s wandered away,
With love draw them back to the fold,
Accept them, and love them, give them reason to stay,
In the house; and not out in the cold.

It’s good to be strong, My dear Christian,
As long as your strength it is Mine,
If you want to be sure you’re not off on your own,
Keep yourself, grafted firm, to My vine.

For I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Light,
In My strength you must always be true,
And if I am the power behind all your might,
You’ll show My love on all that you do.

© 19-21/10/04