As Jubilee Slave

We worship you as did Job,
No matter how we're tested,
You cover us with a White Robe,
Justify, and call us Blessed.

As Jubilee Slave
By Arley Steinhour 031914

No chance, it does seem,
With 'Pride in the heart,'
We may claim the dream,
'In Your Eternity, take Part.'

Preachers say, 'Go to Jesus,
Upon face,' (like a snake),
That You'll perfectly please us,
and Satan's hold, break.'

On the Cross, be your Blood,
Great Suffering, and Pain,
Plus Resurrection, the Sod,
Giving Root, for Blessing's you Rain.

As Jubilee Slave owns the choice,
We choose to put ear to the door,
With Repentance, our heartfelt voice,
Nail me to door, I'm yours, ever more.

Some say, 'Life ends, when you die;'
Salvation Ring, in ear, we softly say:
'If you're right, Fright doesn't Apply,
If wrong, only you, Torment, Pay.'

AMEN