Things I Wish My Family Knew

I am not my own—
I was bought with a price:
The precious blood
of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Beaten, scourged,
and hung upon a tree,
My Lord—my God—
died for me.

The grave holds no victory,
Death bears no sting.
The Lord—my God—
reigns as my King.

So now I kneel,
my heart undone:
What are my orders, Lord?
Thy will be done.

Iam Kerr

.”…as for me and my house we will serve the Lord…”