No Passing Fancy

His loves no passing fantasy
His love flows on forever
No leaf upon an autumn breeze
Or floating down a river
So do not choose with apathy
His high and holy calling
His loves no passing fantasy
Like spring-time snowflakes falling

We cannot choose to walk away
And never give an answer
If we have bowed our knee to pray
In some quick passing fancy
God is not mocked and He will judge
What is right and pure
If we to Him our love have pledged
A soldier must endure

His offering is no fantasy
Or just a passing fancy
His offering sets the sinner free
And heavy hearts a-dancing
His loves the Greatest Mystery
Not a passing season
He does not love us casually
Or without any reason

So when we bow beneath His call
Before His sacred altar
Our name recorded in his scroll
His grace will never falter
We cannot choose to walk away
As from a passing whim
His cross is not a fantasy
And we will answer Him

Janet Martin All Rights reserved


He who was seated on the throne said,"I make everything new!". Then He said,"Write this down for these words are trustworthy and true." He said to me: "It is done. I am theAlpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End.
To him
who is thirsty I will give him to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life.He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son.Rev.21:5-7