[If this hymn were written truthfully about modern =
church, this is what it might look like]
BACKWARDS, CHRISTIAN =
SOLDIER by Cranny Fosby
Backwards, Christian soldiers, fleeing from the =
fight,
With the cross of Jesus =
nearly out of sight:
Christ our =
rightful Master stands against the foe,
But forward into battle we are scared to go. =
Like a mighty tortoise moves the church of God; =
Brothers we are treading where =
we’ve often trod,
We are much =
divided, many bodies we,
Having =
different practices and not much charity.
Crowns =
and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,
But the Church of Jesus hidden does =
remain;
Gates of hell should never =
‘gainst that Church prevail,
We =
have Christ’s own promise, but think that it will fail. =
Sit here, then, ye people, join our useless throng; =
Blend with ours your voices in a =
feeble song.
Blessings, ease, and =
comfort, ask from Christ the King.
With our modern thinking, we won’t do a =
thing.
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"