I Call Him Saviour (Poem)

I Call Him Saviour

All that you could ever need is found in the Lord;
He’s the First and the Last, the Beginning And The End.
The Lord Jesus Christ is God With Us - Immanuel -
The Messiah is my Beloved, and my True Friend.

He’s the Precious Rock on which I build my life,
The Sure Foundation and the Corner Stone;
The Lamb of God who died for all my sins;
The Shepherd who will never leave me alone.

Jesus is the King of kings and the King of Glory;
The Desire of Nations is God's Only Begotten Son;
He is the Ancient of Days, and the coming Prince of Peace;
He is the Branch of Righteousness, and the Holy One.

He is my Comforter, my Shield and my High Tower;
In Jesus Christ, I have grace and eternal favour;
There are oh, so many names for the Bishop of my Soul -
Some call Him the Almighty God - but I call Him my Saviour.

December 18th, 2024
Jerry Bouey

Acts 4:12 Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.

Philippians 2:5-11 Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

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