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Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts

Friday, March 25, 2016

When I stare at the Cross


crossbeam tearing wounded flesh
hammer striking iron
shrieks of unfathomable pain
drops of redemption blood
wincing with each agonizing breath
trembling limbs stretched
startled eyes searching the heavens
haunting thoughts of abandonment and betrayal
uncontrollable sobs from a grieving mother
jeers from a lost crowd
repentant cries from a thief
merciful eyes forgiving humanity 
pierced for our rebellion
crushed for our sins 
 man of sorrows 
acquainted with deepest grief


He was beaten so we could be whole.
He was whipped so we could be healed.
Isaiah 53:4-5

He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree,
so that we might die to sin and live for righteousness;
by his wounds you have been healed. I Peter 2:24

Friday, April 18, 2014

“Your only hope for joy, your only hope for peace, your only hope for comfort, your only hope for strength and your only hope for love in this life … is found in the cross of Jesus Christ. Your only hope in this life is found in the brutal, bloody, humiliation of a naked man on a wooden post." David Platt

Crossbeam tearing wounded flesh...hammer striking iron...
shrieks of unfathomable pain...drops of redemption blood...
grimace with each agonizing breath...
trembling limbs stretched...
startled eyes searching the heavens...
haunting thoughts of abandonment and betrayal...
uncontrollable sobs from a grieving mother...
jeers from a lost crowd...repentant cries from a thief...
merciful eyes forgiving humanity...

He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree,
so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness;
by his wounds you have been healed. I Peter 2:24

Sunday, April 17, 2011

I must remember


crossbeam tearing wounded flesh
hammer striking iron
shrieks of unfathomable pain
drops of redemption blood
wincing with each agonizing breath
trembling limbs stretched
startled eyes searching the heavens
haunting thoughts of abandonment and betrayal
uncontrollable sobs from a grieving mother
jeers from a lost crowd
repentant cries from a thief
merciful eyes forgiving humanity 
pierced for our rebellion
crushed for our sins 
 man of sorrows 
acquainted with deepest grief


He was beaten so we could be whole.
He was whipped so we could be healed.
Isaiah 53:4-5

He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree,
so that we might die to sin and live for righteousness;
by his wounds you have been healed. I Peter 2:24


                                        

Friday, April 2, 2010

“Your only hope for joy, your only hope for peace, your only hope for comfort, your only hope for strength and your only hope for love in this life … is found in the cross of Jesus Christ. Your only hope in this life is found in the brutal, bloody, humiliation of a naked man on a wooden post." David Platt

Crossbeam tearing wounded flesh...hammer striking iron...
shrieks of unfathomable pain...drops of redemption blood...
grimace with each agonizing breath...
trembling limbs stretched...
startled eyes searching the heavens...
haunting thoughts of abandonment and betrayal...
uncontrollable sobs from a grieving mother...
jeers from a lost crowd...repentant cries from a thief...
merciful eyes forgiving humanity...

He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree,
so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness;
by his wounds you have been healed. I Peter 2:24