Sin's Much More Than Garbage!

Sin's much more than garbage,
For garbage is but waste.
Sin keeps the soul apart from God
And closes Heaven's gates.

Yes, Sin's much more than garbage!
It is cancer of the soul,
And unless it's taken from us,
We cannot be well and whole.

We, of ourselves, are helpless;
There's nothing we can take
To take away sin's cancer
Nor restitution make.

Sin's much more than garbage!
It cannot be thrown away.
Only God could pay the debt of sin
And take its curse away.

A garbage collector we do not seek
When it's a doctor we must have.
Only God's Son, the Great Physician,
Can cure all our sin and shame.


a. franklin staples

March 10, 1996

Copyright © 1996 by A. Franklin Staples


Oh, My Lord!  What a Crutch!

The worldly philosophers, in ignorant bliss,
Sneer that Christ is a crutch.
What they don't know is that He certainly is.
But oh, my Lord!  What a Crutch!

Without Him not one of us could even take a step.
He gives us life by His touch.
He holds us up through each step, then the next.
Oh, my Lord!  What a Crutch!

When I, in my weakness, can't make it alone,
'Tis He who holdeth me up.
His power sustains me; I'd be lost on my own.
Oh, my Lord!  What a Crutch!

Jesus is the One on whom I can lean.
Oh, my Lord!  What a Crutch!
He went to the cross my soul to redeem.
He loves you and me that much.


a. franklin staples

March 10-12, 1996

Copyright © 1996 by A. Franklin Staples