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On His Account

by Raydene Nash

I'd like to know the mind of Christ is mine,
That somehow, He has won the battle here.
I'd like to see fields white with harvest time,
See the reaper overtake the planter.
How could I be the one to gather in
Such bounty from God's house preparing me
My pledges here to fill, to be spread thin?
He whom the Son makes free is free indeed.
Set free of Satan's grasp and binding twine,
Accounting ever for our marriage vows.
Why falters there salvation's hand, confined
By unbelief that's rampant even now?
I didn't really do a thing at all,
I only heard the Holy Spirit call.

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