My Conversion to God

I well recall that moment, a day I’ll ne’er forget

When sitting in the Gospel Hall, the Savior I first met

It was the union of two hearts, of fellowship divine

I heard Him whisper to my heart, “I am forever thine”.

But to the start then let me trace this blessedness so kind

When from y eyes the scales were dropped, and darkness form my mind

Twas not that I was interested in things concerning God

A heart fast closed in sinfulness, completely in a fog

Ah, ye, I do recall it now, a Monday fifty seven

September nine it was I know when I was fit for heaven

I did not go there to get saved, and have sins put away

But I sincerely thank my God for sparing to that day

The gospel it was clearly preached by dear old Uncle Dan

He had a broad a Scottish brogue, not hard to understand

But I as there to meet my friends, to complicate at last

To help along the devils work, and sin would hold us fast

I simply had no interest, in the message that was told

Which plainly spoke of sinning man, and of his condemned soul

I just went there to have some fun, God had another plan

For he had often heard the prayers of dad, and mum and Dan

I sat there interrupting, I surely better knew

When all at once the speaker stopped, “Now listen boy, yes you!”

And at the dreadful moment, I knew I’d crossed the line

The strap it would be coming, and I would truly whine

And so I settled down at last, and God He spoke so plain

It was an “either or an or” Repent be born again

Then to my mind the spirit came with illustration clear

I stood upon a golden beach, the ocean lapping near

Young man I heard, before you die, Please stop, yes stop to think

You sit here, but your standing, on the very very brink

Eternity it is so real, and hell is opening fast

And every Christ rejecting one, will in that place be cast

You die, and in the passing of earth’s time, the date rolls round once more

And from that lovely golden beach, a bird takes from its shore

A single solitary grain thus carries it away

When all, when all that beach is gone, its still eternal day

But not for you deep dyed in sin, it will be dark as night

For Christ Himself shall be they judge, and nevermore be light

For in the agonies of Hell, in grief and pain untold

The message of the cross was lost, on you who wast so bold

Oh God I cried in bitterness, oh God how can it be

That I a preachers, prayed for kid, should ever ever see

The fires of hell, the cries of lost, forever on mine ears

And I condemned infinite be, for all eternal years

Twas then at last the cross I saw, oh how it gladdened me

And from that stake so long ago, I heard, I died for thee

Then with a broken contrite heart, true mercy did I find

I heard my precious savior say, My child thou now art mine

But now the time has come and gone, its over forty years

And as I stop to write of this, my eyes are filled with tears

All though this time He’s been my guide, my comforter and friend

And what a glad eternity, My Lord and I shall spend

R. Jennings

27^th Oct. 2001