The Baby Picture

The Baby Picture

Today I saw a photo of a Baby

His brains - like cottage cheese - were falling out

He was surely worse for wear

Since his mama pushed him out

This baby's crime it was confessed

Was that he was the child of a Christian

His killing was a message sent

To those upon whom their blade could be bent!

I ask you fair, I tell you proud

The message was received e'er loud

The only purpose it served you see

Was to harden my resolve to with King Jesus be!

What purpose have I to live?

What reason have I to love

When those who would dictate my pace

Want my soul to be their slave?

Listen well, I tell you true

I'll only be a slave to the One who

Gave His life to ransom mine

That's JESUS CHRIST, the Lord Divine!!

So If your Soul IS enslaved to Satan

You chose your lot – I have chosen mine!

My Lord and my Almighty God

Is coming very soon, triumphantly

His ransomed children to take take home

Forever safe, no more to roam!

We'll live in mansions bright and fair

Wearing the bright crowns that Jesus promised

On heads immortal, ever young, ever strong

Singing Redemption's Song in the Gathered throng!

So do your worse for that's your best

You cannot a saint's soul distress

You may our bodies burn, oh yes

But victory is the crown we've earned I must stress!

Oh Calvary, Mount Zion strong

Sing out loud our battle song

Saints dead long, saints alive and strong

Praise our God

We're to Glory bound!

VICTORY IN JESUS!!