The Promise

The Promise

The air fresh, crisp and alive.
From slumber now revived.
I gaze upon the field of frost,
And I think of the great cost.

I used to struggle to survive,
Now each day I’m more alive.
For my Lord has paid the cost,
Of deaths sting upon the cross.

Each morn my soul he revives,
He give me purpose to be alive.
He found me when I was lost.
Now in life he is my only boss.

I can not fail, but will survive,
As in my life for him I strive.
Telling what he did on the cross,
To save a poor sinner so lost.

What joy it is for me to believe,
But greater still for me to receive.
Mercy, grace and a love so true,
He offers both for me and you.

Even though my body may fail,
His loving promise will prevail.
When this world I no more roam,
I’ll walk with him in my heavenly home.