It's Not In Vain Poem by cheryl davis miller

Once in a garden far away
there in the cool part of the day.
Our Maker sat and held a lamb
close to His breast.
He gazed into its trusting eyes
shed a tear and breathed a sigh.
Said, ” For a covering for my man,
my precious lamb you must die.”
As We give this sacrifice
lamb as your pouring out your life
I promise you My precious lamb
it’s not in vain.

There in the garden Gethsemane
the Savior wept for you and me.
He prayed so hard that
from His pores; His blood did flow.
He prayed not My will Lord; but Thine
gazed afar off out in time.
For the joy that He could see;
He gladly went to Calvary.
As We give this sacrifice
Lamb as Your pouring out Your life
I promise You My precious Lamb
it’s not in vain.

We have a Garden here today;
He bids us come there kneel and pray.
Pour your life out for it’s really not your own.
It has been purchased at great cost;
and all we cling to will be lost.
But all we give to Him is gain;
precious lambs it’s not in vain.
As We give this sacrifice
lamb as your pouring out your life
I promise you My precious lamb
it’s not in vain.

c.d.m. 2001