A poem to address the Scripturally impossible oxymoron “sinner saved by Grace” inspired by “Awake to Righteousness” by Mark Greenwood.
“Awake to righteousness, and do not sin; for some do not have the knowledge of God.” – 1 Cor.15:34
The Old has passed away – behold, the New has come.
Everything about you just died – are you ready to go forth?
Saved, but unaware of being in the Light
Because darkness says “it is a slow process” it takes time.
Imagine half a baptism – still dunked in water
Your life breath squeezed out – but why do you falter?
There is no place between Adam and Christ;
No dim space between darkness and light.
I have been crucified with Christ – It is no longer I who live
The old man is gone – it is Christ who lives in me.
And the life I now live in the flesh, I live by faith –
In the Son of God, who loved me and Himself for me He gave.
So why this ambiguity – sinner saved by Grace?
We are no more a sinner, but righteous in its place.
Believe there is no darkness within to make us fall
Temptation will arise only from without.
We know that our old self was crucified
The body of sin brought to naught.
No longer enslaved to sinfulness
A new creation has been bought.
When the unsaved meditate a lifetime
to become pure in thought, word and deed;
We have been saved to righteousness
The moment we believe.
Oh! why do the saints still live in constant shame –
Crying to the Lord, a clean heart to create
Do you not know – we are renewed once and for all
We are Light! not an in-between dim space
“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick;
who can understand it?” cries Jeremiah in distress
The prophet had good reason to say thus in the Covenant of old
But we of the new heart should never get confused.
For “I will give them a new heart to know that I am Lord,
and they shall be my people, and I will be their God.”
Trust the Lord when He says that our heart is New.
For the path is narrow and those who find it will be few.
A child of God, made righteous – a citizen of Heaven
Armored for war, no more will you fall into temptation
Let all the saints’ battle-cry ring out,
Forevermore, “Get thee behind me Satan!”