My Advocate

This is a poem I read in my Literature notebook just a few minutes ago, and I though it was very powerful. I hope you enjoy it!

My Advocate by Martha Snell Nocholson

I sinned. And straightway, post-haste, Satan flew
Before the presence of the most high God,
And made a railing accusation there.
He said, "This soul, this thing of caly and sod,
Has sinned. 'Tis true that he has named They name,
But I demand his death, for Thou hast said,
'The soould that sinneth, it shall die.' Shall not
Thy sentence be fulfilled? Is justice dead?
Send now this wretched sinner to his doom
Shat other thing can righteous ruler do?"
And thus he did accuse me day and night,
And every word he spoke, O God, was true!

The quickly One rose up from God's right hand,
Before Whose glory angels veiled their eyes.
He spoke, "Each jot and tittle of the law
Must be fulfilled; the guilty sinner dies!
But wait--suppose his guilt were all transferred
To Me and that I paid his penalty!
Behold My hands, My side My feet! One day
I was made sin for him, and died that he
Might be presented, faultless, at They throne!"
And Satan fled away. Full well he knew
That he could not prevail against such love,
For every word my dear Lord spoke was true!

In Christ,
Anth