FLARE on GOD 72 Our work is counted as nothingAnd to present it is futileFor thou cannot accept deeds of menRedemption is due to one workAnd who has done itI thank God for Jesus ChristWithout him all is lostBut in him and through him all is found Others are Reading Call Me the Deer Hunter Poetry for the Soul Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: The Morning After Of My Bedroom Living in Protest Man Made Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * + 8 = ten