Among The Saints
By Frederick Blanchard
These saints shine with God’s grace,
Their prayers are as sweet incense,
Rising high in heaven to the Father,
Freely they commune without pretence.
Within the circle of godly saints,
Stands a sinner unworthy and of disgrace,
Being laden with chains of burdens,
Too cumbersome to share or even to face.
Full of desire to have the deep intimacy,
The freedom of speech and faith of a saint,
To be holy and acceptable as the Lord calls,
And have the liberty to pray without constraint.
In humbleness of attitude and a grateful heart,
The sinner is thirsty to drink from the Lord’s cup,
And to receive the total indwelling of the Holy Spirit,
To seek and find the Father’s favor, and be lifted up.