Opus, our song.

 

There’s a song in every Christian

And it speaks of rough sea crossed

And of dark nights of desertion

When the former hopes were lost

And the world would brand it weakness

And would silence the refrain

And would drum their battle marches

That precede the grief and pain

Hoping for no other trophy

Than another small tiff won

Never dreaming, never seeing

Total victory in God’s Son.

But the song would call Him gentle

Willing slave to all men’s worst

Brother, Helper, Saviour, Jesus

Matchless lyrics oft rehearsed.

Now perhaps you sense the music

Go ahead, relinquish, Soul

And delight in light and rescue

For the song has made you whole.