Salvation,
That blessed experience,
So precious to the Christian.
The moment of decision,
The triumph of the hour,
When all sins were washed away,
And a new soul was born anew.
The new-born heart fluttered,
As the Holy Ghost came in,
The mind melted into purity,
Before the awesome Almighty,
As Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
Claimed the precious soul.
Satan fled in sin and shame,
As he lost yet another claim,
For the soul that had borne his name,
Now belonged to a greater Power.
All Creation rejoiced at the new birth,
One more was added to the precious fold,
Christ's blood was not shed in vain,
One more soul had found pure gold.
One more soul,
Yet one more,
What joy in heaven and on earth,
All Creation rejoiced at the new birth,
The triumphant birth of a soul.
© MIRIAM JACOB
