Call On Him

The Son of God, the Son of Man,
The perfect Holy Lamb,
My Savior, Master, Prince of Peace,
My Lord, the Great "I Am."

His mercy great, His endless grace
Aren't tales of bygone days.
He died. He rose. He lives. He loves.
He'll help us when we pray.

The rugged cross, the riven side,
He gave all He could give.
Because He loves He came to us
And showed us how to live.

As now He sits upon His throne,
He reaches down to man.
Whenever we've a trial to face
To offer us His hand.

There's nothing Jesus cannot do
When in His name we pray.
Believe and cast your cares on Him,
Then trust Him and obey.

When come attacks from ev'ry side,
With nowhere else to run,
Then stop! Be still. Fall to your knees
And call upon the Son.

                                                        Alton Coalter
                                        October 1, 2000

 

 

Alton Coalter is a former member of Holly Hill Baptist Church. This is an original poem written by him and shared with our congregation in October, 2000. He has kindly granted his permission for its use on the church's website.