He met me at the altar
On a sunny, winter's day.
My heart was cold; His hands were warm.
It took my breath away.

His eyes were soft.
His face was sad.
The tears rolled down my cheek.
He knelt me down in front of Him.
I trembled.  I was weak.

"Do you love me?" were His words.
"Oh!  Yes!  My Lord, I do!
I take You as my Sovereign Lord!
I choose to follow You!"

And from the moment that I chose,
The Savior as my Lord;
A battle of the unseen host,
Began to strike His Word.

But in my heart a fire blazed,
And though it seemed we'd part.
I heard His Voice, I saw His Face.
They were printed on my Heart.

So, don't give up! 
He's there for you!
Just as He is for me!
He's waiting at the altar,
To truly set you free.

© Jaye Lewis, 1999