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I wasn’t there in the Garden Didn’t see when He died for my pardon Wasn’t there when he sweated drops of blood Oh how His heart must have been tugged ************************** I didn't see the disciples dismay
The hand which has touched my heart Should have been my healer Gone are the days, years, minutes and seconds When your name was synonymous with mine The whole universe seems thirsty His thoughts stole my heart
Response to James Cone's "The Cross and The Lynching Tree" I have the faith to hang upon Calvary but would I hang upon the Poplar tree. If by it I may set my sisters free
A predetermined gathering One in heaven, the other earth Many voices answering Great noises call forth He is there in both places
bow to no one until courage becomes you howl at the moon because no one can stop you fall from the sky because up is now down learn how to fly don't just stay on the ground
Easter Tattoo your pain on me With your tears as erasers
The Love that fought the Dragon. Was so strong, so bold, so free, The Dragon couldn't win this one, So he was forced to leave. The love that fought the Dragon. was so strong, so bold, so free,
"The last stand was made here Where life drained the hills The last stand was made here Where many were killed The last stand was the last Though he did not stand He was hung on a cross
Love isn’t a rose
I have a big Green house on a hill and it’s Giant and clean And full of space and I Can’t wait To get it filled up with things that Portray my New life with my husband.
It started with a small cross on their backs. They lived, and loved, only wanting the best for each other. As time went on, their crosses grew; and then came the moment where their crosses were united.
She stands looking in the mirror and what does she see ? what she appears to be a young woman of faith filled with promises from above Her flaws run deep yet she is washed clean
I hide behind a silver cross that hangs from my neck, My grandmother’s, Because here atheism is a shameful word. But it’s true, I don’t believe in God. I don’t believe things are “meant to be,”
MANSIONS IN HEAVEN THAT IS THE BELIEVERS FUTURE ESTATE, IT CAN BE YOURS TOO BUT YOU MUST ACCEPT JESUS CHRIST BEORE ITS TOO LATE! IF NOT ETERNAL DAMNATION WILL FOREVER BE BEFORE YOUR EYES!
I REMEMBER BACK TO A TIME WHEN I WAS SHACKLED WITH THE HEAVY CHAINS OF SIN, BUT THEN I ASKED GOD TO FORGIVE ME AND I OPENED UP MY HEART AND INVITED JESUS IN! AND THEN THOSE HEAVY CHAINS WERE COMPLETLY LOOSED!
THE BLOOD OF CHRIST REDEEMS ALL NATIONALITIES AND RACES FROM SIN! MAKING THEM NEW CREATURES NO MATTER OF BACKGROUND OR COLOR OF SKIN! NO MATTER THE CREED OR RELIGIOUS DENOMINATION, ALL QUALIFY FOR ETERNAL SALVATION!
IT IS AT THE CROSS THAT IS WHERE YOU'LL FIND, I PRAY THAT THESE WORDS ECHO IN EACH AND EVERY MIND. THESE ARE WORDS THAT MUST NOT BE FORGOTTEN! OUR SALVATION WAS PAID FOR BY THE DEATH OF GODS SON HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN!
WHEN A CHILD IS BORN THE MOTHER CRIES, TEARS ARE ALSO SHED WHEN A LOVED ONE DIES. BUT THERE IS A BIG DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO, ONE LIFE ENDS ONE STARTS ANEW. AND SO IT GOES WITH BIBLICAL SALVATION,
THERE IS ONE CURE, ONLY ONE ANSWER FOR THIS WORLDS SINS, AT THE CROSS OF JESUS CHRIST IS WHERE THIS STORY BEGINS. IT IS ALSO WHERE ITS FINISHED, THE SIN DEBT BEING COMPLETELY DIMINISHED.
Upon this TreeWritten by Adam M. SnowLook upon this tree,a Man hung for us to see.
My Love, You are my heart, my joy, and my bride. For you, I took the nails and the wound in my side. For you, I was beaten beyond recognition. For you, I lived knowing I’d endure crucifixion.
NOTE: My poem is in the image. I am traveling somewhere in this poem. If you can't figure it out, the answer will be in small print at the bottom right.
Could it be? This man beside me - Battered, bleeding, dying? Could it be? Amid the rising jeers This mocking crowd is crying? Could it be? Though wails surround Of those recanting in regret?
Now let me start out by saying this… God made Minute Made...- because in less than a minute, a minute was made.. I got a little bit relaxed with myself when I, weaved only a little bit of his will with a whole lot of my will.
Red Blood; Shed! Purifies Me, Cleanses Me, He's No Longer Dead. Now I'm; White As Snow! THE CROSS!
I am only human, I have love that longs to be given I have pain that longs to be taken I have courage, but not enough I have strength, but again not enough Jesus died on that cross for me