To think of the tomb that would no longer comsume, the savior of love, the king from above. His choice to become man, His choice to step down, His choice to heal, His choice to wear a sinners crown. His desire and mission to save, consumed even the blood that dripped to His grave. But the choice was clear, He didnt come to push, but to embrace and draw near. He cried to His father accepting His will as the way that was chosen, as His sacrifice to fulfill. As His breathes grew deeper with His lunges fading fast, his puropse on earth was finishes at last. As our saviors body hung dead on the cross His grace poured out as a gift to us who are lost. A seperation was now bridged by the selflessness of His death, and on the third day our King rose and inhaled a victorious breath!!
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 03:33:26 +0000
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