The Rescue
We’re born into a world askew,
With hearts that ache and minds untrue—
We chase the wind, we fan the flame
Of pride and fear and hidden shame.
Our thoughts betray, our passions pull,
Our selfish hunger seldom full;
We scheme, we strive, we wound, we take—
And every joy we twist or break.
We call it freedom—what we crave—
But forge the chains we won’t unshave.
We’re blind and boastful, lost and worn,
In need of grace before we’re torn.
But mercy moved a heart divine,
And Heaven stooped with love’s design:
The Son of God came down to save
The souls we march toward judgment’s grave.
He bore the wrath our sins have earned,
He wept for hearts that never turned—
And yet His arms are open still
To those who yield their stubborn will.
If you are thirsty, weak, undone,
Come drink the life found in the Son.
If guilt has crushed your hope and song,
He’ll lift you up where you belong.
Repent, believe—be born anew,
His righteousness will cover you.
No longer slaves to sin and shame,
But rescued, healed, and changed in name.
The grace of Christ is strong and free—
His Spirit guides, His truth makes free.
No other way, no other light—
But Jesus Christ, our hope, our right.
WoPoLi 
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