we are
created
in His image

amazing

His gifts
of love....

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Genesis 1:27

each day
a choice

taking the path
to life

walking by faith
not sight

seeking
My Presence
in every
circumstance

trusting
knowing

in spite of the happenings
in your life

I have promised
to all
who love Me
to work
everything
out
for your good

on this road

you must always

take the path
of faith
...not sight...

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Amidst the lonely, doubtful days
trust   and    believe   *only him.

The wages of sin is nothing but death,
And from Adam's fall this became our fate.
God's son was given in man's stead,
As a ransom to redeem us from hell's gate.

Love for my kind led Christ to Calvary,
Our sins nailed Him to the old rugged cross;
Who was entombed in that sanctuary,
Where His resurrection became death's loss.

Yet amongst men are some in dubiety,
Living in constant doubt like Thomas of old;
Who believed in Christ the risen Deity,
After touching His nail pierced hand as told.

But blessed is that man who will believe
Without beholding those nail pierced wounds;
The same for eternity shall surely live
On that fateful day when the trumpet sounds.

To escape eternal death and damnation,
Those nail pierced hands till date still beckon;
"My Father wished none condemnation,
But that you believe and be saved this second."

Take me up
in Your arms
Lord

Let Your
Life's Blood
flow
through my veins

My own
has turned
to water

tears.......

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Roman agonizing nails pierced Christ to the cross...
As blood of covenant dribbled down thorn-crowned head,
Scourged ripped skin bled from creation's Source,
His parched thirsty throat was wetted with vinegar instead...

Most excruciating was our Saviour's agony and pain!
Abandoned by His own Father for men's sins He willingly bore;
Yet six times spoke He all words of grace most fain...
In the sixth hour darkness befell the earth and for three more.

Noon sun became dark as The Light started to dim;
In the midst, the veil of the Holy of holies was torn apart...
And the precious Lamb of God, these torments' grim
No longer could bear; as He descended into death's path.

Then for the seventh time cried He with a very loud voice,
"Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit", He bowed and slept;
Then gave up His ghost, as the finished work of His choice...
And the host of heaven and earth witnessed His death and wept.

Even unto death, Jesus entrusted His Spirit unto God...
The Father mourned His Son as His mother and also His friends;
Onlookers smote their *******,the centurion gloried The Lord,
But Christ death and grave's tale wasn't how His passion will end.

O’ Gethsemane! Thou garden of grief,
That sanctum of solitude and sorrow;
Whence once I knelt by stone to seek relief
From anguish sore, that burned to the marrow.

In pain so grave this cup I wished away;
Yet like a lamb, to Father’s will, I bowed...
Sweat like stream of blood, dripped that night most gray;
Despite fears, I embraced my cup as vowed.

Disappointed by friends in time of need,
Betrayed with kiss most warm that sealed my fate;
Mean men seized and led me like thief in chain,
All my friends fled in fret for faded faith....

As Lamb of God, myself, I submitted;
To men I love, still me, they rejected.

God is the beauty of peace in this world
God is the hope for all eternity
God is the joy and love that I have
God is the wonder and all that I am
God reigns in beauty sufficient for me
God is the mercy that fills my soul
God is the overwhelming trust to be
God is the majesty over me



                       BY:   Leona Chaput