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 Apr 2017
Valsa George
Nailed and ******* on hands and legs,
Maimed and marred beyond repair,
Cut and bruised out of shape,
Stripped and peeled, so bare to shock,

Lo, there lies a man! The Son of God,
On a cross erected on the summit of the Mount,
Brutally suspended between Earth and Sky,
Stationed amid thieves on either side.

He slipped and slithered under the yoke of weight,
And tottered the rugged route to Calvary,
Scourged and flogged all along,
He bore the cross with none to help.

Never complained nor cursed but suffered the pangs,
Never whined nor moaned, but drained the cup,
Through His death, mankind was to be redeemed,
By His precious blood, their infirmities to be cleansed

It was for our sins that He lay down His life,
It was our misdeeds that made Him bleed,
It was for our lust that He was painfully stripped,
It was our arrogance that bent Him low.

None could gauge the agony he endured,
No man ever performed such a daring deed,
To liberate mankind, the Lamb was slain,
To lead his Flock, He walked in front.

‘Love your enemy’ was the mantra He recited,
What He preached, He relentlessly practised,
While writhing in pain, He prayed for His foes,
Pleaded with his Father to spare the wrath.

When wrongly accused, never said He a word,
Unruffled remained He on painfully betrayed,
Hard it was to be deserted by those He loved,
Sore it was to be treated so very rude.


The Son of Man came seeking the missing sheep,
He builds from where everything is wrecked,
Rejoice in Him, for He is our Lord!
Adore and worship, He deserves to be praised.

Peace was what He promised the world,
Grace was what He gifted to all,
Look up to the Cross when trials confront,
And cast your burden at His feet!
On this Good Friday, on contemplating the agony of my Lord, I got inspired to write this!
Despite my unworthiness.
Despite my waywardness.
Despite my wretchedness.
You choose to love me.

Despite how many times I grieve You.
Doubt you.
Turn to idols, putting them over You.
You choose to pursue me.

Despite my brokenness.
My blindness.
My weakness.
You choose to embrace me.

Your love is beyond any Love I have ever known.
For it has no end.
It has no limits.
Your Love is compassionate.
Merciful.
Fierce.
Tender.
It draws me.
It woos me.
To stay close to Thee.
To stay.
Safe in Your arms.
To be the wounded sheep.
Held in the healing embrace
of her Shepherd.
To be healed.
By His Love.

Thank You, Lord.
that despite all that I am.
Despite all that I've done.
You choose.
To love me.
The lesser gifts.
I hold.
Loosely in my hand.
For they could fly away.
At any moment.

The Greatest Gift of all.
I cling to.
Never letting go.
For He is the One.
Who keeps my soul.
And to Him alone.
My life.
I owe.
 Apr 2017
Jack Jenkins
Bless the Man crucified
Bless the slain Lamb
Bless He who bled
Bless God in flesh
Bless the Savior
Bless Jesus
He Lives
How I live my life is totally different from the praise I put in this poem. #hypocrite
I know that I should not be alive now, so much to say.
So many times , I should have died here on the earth.
So much has occurred in my life here on the earth.
But each time that death peaked out, you saved me.
I feel like crying, knowing it has always been you Lord.
That has come to my rescue Lord God, thank you Lord.
So much has happened, revealing your Footprints in my Life.
Its only because you Love me, is the reason that I still live.
Your Loved has always been the reason that you rescue me.
Thank you Lord, for all that you have done for me here.
Your Love renew me, strengthen me and give me purpose.
I am only here, because you Love me, thank you God.
 Apr 2017
Robert Blankenship
Trust in Jesus
Have no fear
He is your courage
He is always near

RLB
Jesus spoke many times telling us "Do not fear"
 Apr 2017
Cynthia Jean
Oh give thanks
unto the Lord
for He is good
and His mercies,
Oh yes
His mercies,
they never fail us
never.
His mercies
they
endure
forever
and ever
and
ever more.


Cj 2017 0108
So much we take for granted.  
So seldom, and maybe only as a last resort,
do we get what we really deserve.
Though the feeders stand empty.
The birds still rejoice.
They do not fly around in frantic fear.
Like I do.
They trust You to feed them.

Though I have no provisions stored.
No wealth saved for tomorrow.
And my coin pouch is empty.
I choose to rejoice and trust You
to provide for my needs.

I lift up my voice and sing to You.
Though there is no cattle in my stall.
And no fruit on my vines.
I cling to Your promise.
Your promise is this:
You will give me all that I need.
As I seek first Your kingdom
and Your righteousness.

Myself and my seed
shall not be begging bread,
even if my coin pouch is empty.
And I have no provisions stored.
I will trust in You, my God.
For You have promised.
To provide.
Based on Hab. 3:17-19, and Matt. 6:25-33,  Holy Bible
Face to face.
I let You love me.
And cast out my every fear.

Face to face.
I let You unlock my heart.
With Your tenderness.

Face to face.
I let You teach me.
Your ways.

Face to face.
I speak to You.
As my closest Friend.
And I hear.
Your tender voice.
Such love!
Such intimacy!
Oh, why have I
spent so much of my life.
Running from You.
Spurning Your affections.
Grieving Your heart.
Avoiding...
the Wilderness.

But now...
but now...
Face to face.
You draw me.
Closer and closer.
With cords of Love.
You ravish my heart,
O Lover of my soul!

Face to face.
I give myself to You.
In surrender.
In trust.

Face to face.
My eyes see You.
My heart hears You.
As I submit myself
to Your rod and staff.
In Your Refiner's fire,
You consume.
All my dross.

In the wilderness.
In the grief.
In the darkness.
I behold You.
Face to face.
In intimacy.

My mourning
is turned
into dancing.
As I behold Your
glory, Your wisdom,
Your unending love.
And come away.
With healed wounds.
With fears  calmed.
With renewed purpose.
Having beheld You.
Face to face.
For Jesus Christ, my Shepherd.
Lover of my soul,
You fill every longing of my heart.
Eternal Husband,
You are faithful and true.
Shepherd of my heart,
You are safe and You are strong.
Oh, how I love You!
You are my Fountain of Living Waters.
I thirst no more.
Your voice whispers to me,
words of life and healing.
You change me from a cowering fool,
into a hart with hinds' feet.
Able to leap upon my high places.
Of difficulty and trial.
You draw me with cords of love.
You romance my soul.
You bind me to Your heart
with bands unbreakable.
My Shepherd and King,
I desire You more than anything!
I want nothing.
I want no one.
To ever come between us again.
I honour You.
I love You.
I worship You.
You are my Greatest Treasure.
And there is no other.
Worthless idols,
be gone from me!
O Shepherd of my soul,
You have set me free.
I set You before me.
Continually.
And in You I've found.
My identity.
For You speak over me,
that I am no longer called
"Much-Afraid."
My new name now.
Is...
"Grace and Glory."
Inspired by the book "Hinds' Feet on High Places" by Hannah Hurnard, and Isaiah 30, Holy Bible.
O God!
Speak to me!
Make Yourself real to me!
Let me see Your face,
let me hear Your voice!
Let me.
Touch You.
For,
if You do not,
I will surely run after.
Yet another.
Idol.
Yet another.
Broken cistern.
Make Yourself real to me,
O God.
Lest I perish in my affliction.

"I AM RIGHT HERE, BELOVED ONE.
YOU  JUST NEED TO LISTEN."
Faith, fills me with Truth kept hidden from the world.
Mercy given to others, because I received it as well.
Love I give to you and others freely , for it fills my heart.
Grace I been given even though I am undeserving of it.
Saved by Christ , through Faith knowing that God .
Has took my place on the Cross dying for my Sins.
Thus rising up , revealing to his Disciples that he lives.
Then going to Heaven, so that he could sit next to the Father.
So that all of us whom believes, and work out our Faith.
Can become Children of God, loving others into the Kingdom.
 Feb 2017
Cynthia Jean
Somedays
Things are just too heavy,
I just need to
climb
into
the Father's arms
...............
I just can't
"adult'
today.

Cj 2-13-2017
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