Christ-Follower VS. Christian

I found this funny.

Shed Not Tears For My Poor Soul

I wrote this poem six years ago after a long struggle for assurance of my salvation. My thoughts as I look back: Thank you, Jesus!

Shed Not Tears for My Poor Soul
(To Mother)

Shed not your precious tears for me:
My heart, my body, nor my soul;
For I have found the remedy
To death itself, my self of old.

My sins were nailed upon a cross
So high and lofty, with Him they died.
My old self dead ‘neath dirt and moss,
And newly found joy with Him in Life.

Yet still I stumble when accosted
By the ghosts of days since past;
I often doubt and fear I’ve lost it,
The happy thrill I once held fast.

Further still I think of giving
Up all hope of reaching freedom;
But in His words continue living
I stand my ground and won’t succumb.

So see me not for my sad blunders,
View me not in shades of black.
But behold me under God’s grace-wonder
And catch me when I do fall back.

Shed not tears for my poor soul,
Though once bankrupt, now rich as gold.
Refrain, dear mother, now from your sorrow
To see the truth of yesterday’s ‘morrow:
Salvation today indwells my soul.