A Personal Salvation

 

 

 

I’m a sheep of Christ’s flock

None but I can tell,

Mine is a personal testimony

In me his Spirit dwells.

 

By the witness of the Spirit

I came to understand

That I am a child of destiny

On this terrestrial strand.

 

Destined for heaven

Wherever heaven may be,

Having the assurance of Jesus

For all eternity.

 

It’s a personal salvation

Guaranteed to the born-again

Who by faith accepted Jesus

By believing on his name.

 

Into the body of believers

We each individually came

And consequently, the Holy Spirit,

Entered our hearts to reign.

 

May have been a crusade

Or a gathering of just a few

When the faithful Holy Spirit

Witnessed to me and you.

 

He dealt with us separately

Assuring us of salvation,

And now to the whosoever will

He sends out an invitation.

 

 

If anyone hears his voice

And responds accordingly,

Jesus will in no wise cast out

But save eternally.

 

He doesn’t save in groups,

He saves individually

That man or woman or child

That trusts him implicitly.

 

My fruit can give an idea,

It’s the only sign you’ve got

But otherwise you’re clueless

That salvation is my lot.

 

Oh, I can testify

And in fact, I really should

That I’ve been wondrously washed

In the Saviour’s blood.

 

Meaning Jesus, of course,

The one who died for me

That first horrible Good Friday

On Mount Calvary.

 

 

For the world, God gave,

For whosoever, Jesus died,

Whosoever means you and me:

All who the blood applied.

 

It is a personal choice

This matter of salvation,

Though ninety-nine were safe

One needed attention.

 

That one was once you,

That one was once me

But Jesus sought for both of us

And saved us individually.

 

A precious salvation it is,

A personal salvation too,

Each one must answer for himself,

I cannot answer for you.

 

Stewart Russell © October 26, 2023