Servent to Son

Servant to Son

By John Penman

I held up your Law to a sinful world
And the judgements soon to come
Yes I’ll always be your servant Lord
Till your work on earth is done
Till your work on earth is done

As I looked around I saw careless souls
And they had no fear of thee
But I’ll always be your servant Lord
And I’ll work to set men free
Yes I’ll work to set men free

But as time goes by I grow weary Lord
And a law that condemns I see
As this servant looks in the mirror
I see chains that shackle me
Yes there’s chains that shackle me

My worn self trembles at your feet
Send your judgements down on me
For I tried to be your servant Lord
But I’m always failing Thee
Yes I’m always failing Thee

Then I felt Your arms lift me to Thyself
And You whispered so tenderly
You will never be my servant  
for you are a son to me
Yes beloved son to me

Now the law of death is a law of life
And my spirit is set free
For I heard I’m not a servant
But a son You have called me to be
Beloved son is what You have called me