“Why seek the Living One among the dead?“ asked angels to a few who‘d watched the Lord be crucified—His blood and life outpoured, “He is not here! He‘s risen as He said!“ In days before these women wept in grief as Jesus‘ lifeless body, wrapped in shroud, lay buried, guarded, sealed from Paschal crowd, but by God‘s plan entombment would be brief! His slaying served full payment for the debt incurred against Himself by mankind‘s sin. His raising proved His sacrifice the win to satisfy God‘s wrath, my debts forget! Because Christ Jesus died but ever lives, the sin of all who trust Him God forgives!
The Lamb assumed the sin of all the world, absorbed God‘s holy wrath—the debt sin owes. Redemption‘s check written with hammer blows, into remitting sea sin‘s wage He hurled. For lost, sick souls eternal life Christ bought— the graced life freely offered through new birth to those who‘ll humbly hunger for His worth and trust the vanquishment for which He fought. By taking up what WE deserve—wrath‘s cross— Jesus won our victory, laying down His life, His glory and His heav‘nly Crown till, as He rose, He overcame all loss! His sacrifice and risen life receive when in Christ‘s saving power you believe!
Look on the cross, and see how easy is your yoke, How light your burden is. Complain not. Neither scorn Your chastening, your tribulation, or the thorn That festers in your flesh. Your suffering's a joke Compared to holy His who in His torment spoke (His honest tongue cleaving to His jaws in abject thirst) The words, "My God! My God!" whilst on the cross, accursed. The Christ-side-piercing spear gives you a little poke. Thanks be to Christ who on the cross endured the worst That Pain could offer. So, should any Judas burst Asunder; so, should grumbling you bite hard your tongue. I pray that He, the Holy Ghost, would for you speak, Keeping a clean and honest tongue within your cheek. May God forgive His Christian child who still is young.
If we write, it's isn't about us it's isn't about fame it's more than a passion
When we lift our eyes up, We see the sky We see its beautiful Azure blue colour And went we pay attention, we have a vision of Heaven : Suddenly a face appears, it's sad it has a gray-dark colour Its tears is made of blood And in his sobbings he gives us messages We write them down We write to inspire a change We write to raise awareness We write to teach
When our words are not helpful to others, it helps us. But even in our number, we don't succeed to give a smile to the Father
So we say : if our words are not interesting, Keep it's central message and render it interesting, in your way And together let's rejoice the heart of God Our Father . And let's give Him Back His Smile
His Arms are wide open, let's Go back to Him and live in His ways, He've already send someone to lead Us 🙏🏽🙏🏽. Jesus Christ of Nazareth . The only way to God.
Love’s demands- unending, And You, my righteousness, Met them all You carried the weight righteousness required, heavy upon your shoulders Yet you did not falter or stumble even ONCE. Perfect obedience to the Father above, You loved your God with all your heart, mind, and soul And You loved Your neighbor as yourself Perfectly and wholeheartedly You did not regard your life And I lose my life to you- And grasp for yours. Could I really believe, could I truly believe that THIS righteousness is my own? Sinless sinless, spotless lamb ! In MY place. My place