Divine Election

L.M.

Do not Despise Thy Birthright

The truth’s upon Election found,
It is the stay of the saints ground;
They are elected in their Lord,
Eternally in Him they’re stored.

On this I hope to ever stand,
When all about is sinking sand;
This only will in Heaven land,
With those enclosed in this strong band.

It’s a bright star within our soul,
It’s wonder through our mind does roll;
It is essential to our peace,
An anchor we will not release,

A birthright in which we rejoice,
And saints in union, raise their voice;
Of this, they need not be ashamed,
When by the world they are defamed;

It puts no sheep out of the fold,
But makes their hope and faith grow bold;
It rather shows the sheep within,
And shields these sheep from further sin.

We once were blind to all of this,
Before in grace, God did enlist,
When in our soul, He did conceive,
And made this truth, our hearts believe.

Election does leave out no one,
But manifests those who will come;
Election saves us from our sin,
And gives our heart true peace within.

For none but the elect will come,
Or have this race below to run;
In time they’ll hear their call by Grace,
With joy they’ll enter in their race;

When Jesus shows His smiling Face,
They’ll see they’re chose before in Grace;
Faith will present where Choice has been,
Find they’re in Christ, and He in them.

It’s not a mere philosophy,
By a Plato or Socrates;
But is the Word of God, Divine,
Eternally, shall ever shine.

On flesh and nature, it’s not found,
In human sentiment, there bound;
Or braced up by our graveyard tears,
Nor known by all of human fears;

For these things all shall pass away,
But it shall live eternally;
When nations perish in the dust,
And all man’s work shall turn to rust.

This truth is known by God’s Elect,
Though all the world may it reject;
Within saint’s hearts, it still lives on,
When all the world has turned to stone.

*Copyright 2001
O. Allen Bailey