I stood a mendicant of GodBefore his royal throneAnd begged him for one priceless giftThat I could call my own.I took the gift from out his hand,But as I would departI cried, “But Lord! This is a thorn!And it has pierced my heart.This is a strange, a hurtful giftWhich...
Martha Nicholson
The Judgement Seat of Christ
Swiftly and surely comes the dayWhen I shall keep a tryst.The focal point of all my life --The judgment seat of Christ. Shall I approach that throne with dread,With fear and stark dismay?What will confront me, what be readAbout me on that day? I shall not stand a...