Lord Jesus, My advocates

Here is a poem acknowledging God as our divine advocate, woven with the scripture that proclaims this truth.

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My Advocate

When the accuser comes with whispered lies, And points to failures right before my eyes, When guilt weighs heavy,and my spirit sighs, I have an Advocate who hears my cries.

“My dear children, I write this to you so that you will not sin. But if anybody does sin, we have an advocate with the Father—Jesus Christ, the Righteous One.” (1 John 2:1)

You stand before the Father’s throne on high, Your wounded hands refute the evil’s cry. You do not plead my cause,then wonder why; You are my cause.For me, You came to die.

You are my Counselor, my Defense, my plea, The truth that sets the guilty captive free. You show the scars that won my liberty, And speak the Father’s love and grace to me.

“Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.” (Romans 8:34)

And when my words are weak, my prayers are faint, When I can’t find the language of a saint, Your Spirit groans for me,without constraint, Transforming my lament into a plaint.

“In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.” (Romans 8:26)

So two Advocates are ever by my side, The Son,who for my pardon was denied; The Spirit,in me, welling like a tide— In You,my soul forever will confide.

No gavel falls, no sentence is decreed, For You have met the law’s exacting need. From every charge,I am forever freed, By Your great grace,my Advocate indeed.