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May 2015
IT WAS.
Before I knew Him.

It was always easy,
for me to justify my sin.
Always easy for me,
to be focused on me,
not Him,
and yet now I weep,
for the beard torn out,
the crown of thorns,
the joy traded for sorrows,
the God of heaven,
taking my place,
in my minds eye,
I see His blackened eyes,
a broken hearted
Savior’s face-
taking my wretched place,
so that I could share His in Heaven,
while He left such glory,
to become marred,
hated and despised,
beaten and ******,
spit upon and scarred,
gave up equality with God,
who looked away from His Son,
while all the sin of the world,
was poured upon the
spotless lamb,
this perfect and holy one,
Jesus it was then,
you defined who I am.

So that God could look on me with love,
and God would say it is finished,
declaring that Jesus is/was/will always be,
enough.

-DM 2015

Jesus I do not deserve this mercy, forgive me my God and King,
give me courage and strength to be who you made me to be.
Give me dedication like Christ, even until my last heart beat,
to remain victorious and set apart for you. Be victorious in us. Amen.

Jesus said in Rev. 3:21 β€œTo the one who is victorious, I will give the right to sit with me on my throne, just as I was victorious and sat down with my Father on his throne.”
David Montgomery
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David Montgomery  Montana
(Montana)   
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