by Jason Kirk Bartley
Lord of all lords. God sits on His throne. He loves all of His children and calls them His own. Many will reject and mock Him, but with an outstretched hand He shows them His mercy in a dry and thirsty land. His throne is in heaven, His footstool on earth. We bow at His feet. How much is our soul worth? He sent us His Savior, in the form of His only Son, but some still choose darkness over the Holy One. His Spirit of adoption is there for anyone to claim. He loves the most wretched of sinners, and still calls them by name. He’s always searching the hearts of all men, to make them all worthy and save them from sin. His love everlasting. His promises true. There’s no limit in Christ to what we can do. For anyone who calls, All of Heaven prepares to rejoice, at the news of a person who has made the right choice. He will take a bad heart and make it not sour. Call on Jesus this very hour. Into His likeness, you can be made today, He’s praying with you as you bow your head to pray. Come home, my child, don’t be a stray. Christ came as a baby to prepare your way. He lived to die and rise on the third day. Nothing will suffice the emptiness you feel. Come to Christ, receive His seal. He will place on your heart. You’ll receive His Spirit and have a new start.
Jason Kirk Bartley is a Christian poet. He is from Chillicothe, Ohio. He is 47 years old and married to Nila, his forever love. He has a Master’s degree in Ministry from Ohio Christian University.