THE MARK WE SOUGHT
It sometimes seems that when we’ve done,
The very best we can;
And turn around and look on it,
We find there’s quiet a spand;
A spand between the mark we sought,
And where our best left off;
With sober heart’s we realize,
We’re nothing without the cross!
“That I would do, I do not.”
That’s what the apostle said.
Ashamed he could do no better,
For the One who died and bled.
But that One instructs,
We could do nought
Without his power within.
So all our good that we thought we did,
Was always due to Him!
Gene Breed
