Tag: God
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The Angels’ Grief
The Son of God falls to His knees. His arms can’t bear the weight!
He looks up through His flowing blood to see His gruesome fate.
He tries to stand but falls again. His chest can’t bear the strain.
Yet still He presses on to where He will bear all hell’s pain.But just beyond the veil of man, we mourn above the hill.
The Father aches along with us, yet cries, “This is My will!”
We know the plan, we know the hope, we know He’ll resurrect —
The horror though still breaks our hearts, for we dare not protect.The King of kings lays down His limbs to feel the nails drive through.
His crown digs deep into His skull in royalty askew.
He’s raised up high on Calvary with two thieves at His side
Who bleed in shame along with Him, the Christ so falsely tried.But how the thought runs through our minds! “We’re just a prayer away!”
“We’d rescue You at bid and call, but still You choose to stay.”
The Father too holds fast His ground as oceans become tears,
Until His grief turns into rage and darkness halts man’s cheers.Three hours first, but now’s the worst. Sin’s punishment is come.
Today hell claims its finest prize, the Lord of lords undone.
With pure for vile and love for hate—His torture none can know.
The Son of Man becomes all sin and takes hell’s every blow.But just beyond the veil of black, we count the seconds gone.
The Father pours His wrath on sin until He is withdrawn.
“My God! My God!” cuts through our ears as we all hold our breath.
“It is finished!” ends the work as Christ embraces death.The bitter ground then claims His corpse, a stone to hold HIs head.
How could the One who blessed with life now be one with the dead?
We bide our time, and three days pass. The stone rolls from the grave
As Jesus Christ strolls from His tomb triumphant, strong, and brave!Now how we sing and bow in awe as heaven’s gates life up
To let the King of glory in who drank the Father’s cup.
“My Son, it’s done! The war is won! You bore the weight of hell!
“Forevermore, let it be known, that You have finished well!”
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No Trial Wasted
Once upon a time..
There was a traveler,
There was a mountain,
And there was a cross.Jesus knew the mountain.
The traveler followed Jesus.
Jesus led him up the mountain,
And furthermore, to the cross.Yet still I will say..
“I declare to the highest heaven and the lowest hell,
I trust my God and will follow Him to the last!
I will bless His name no matter the loss,
For no mountain climbed is to waste!Furthermore, no cross is to waste either.
Every trial of the faith can only strengthen.
Christianity is built upon crosses and resurrections,
And every mountain I climb, the only end is more of Jesus.”
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Resolve
The True Christian Climbs OnThe mountaineer that climbs the heights
Must always face a test:To reach for a rock and slip,And fall down from the crest.And staring up from down below,
The mountaineer must choose:Dare the mountaineer give up?Or to defeat refuse?For down below the second time
Defines the mountaineer.How the mountaineer goes on
Reveals the true heart clear.And staring up from down below,
The mountaineer holds fast.The mountaineer presses on.The past is but the past.So taking hold of rock on rock
And climbing to the heights,The mountaineer will climb by dayAnd through the darkest nights.For had the mountaineer gave up,
No mountaineer was there.For every mountaineer climbs onThrough ease and defeat’s glare.
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It’s Okay to Cry
Once upon a time..
There was a joyous night:
A night filled with many tears,
Largely from one young man.This night marked a season’s end,
Yet also marked a season’s beginning.
It was the culmination of nine weeks:
A look back and a look forward alike.This young man had promised himself, “No tears.”
He had promised all of his close friends, “No tears.”
He had laughed his way through highschool graduation,
So really, why would he ever cry over this graduation?But as a backstory, he had always been ashamed of his tears.
He had grown up with a disposition to cry over good reasons,
Yet those good reasons had a way of striking fear into him:
Fear that his tears were an offense and travesty to behold.None the less, on this final, concluding night, names were given,
And all his close friends were likened unto brave heroes of the past.
So after spending nine weeks with such men, being given so accurate names,
“What name could possibly be given to someone like.. uh, me? Seriously!”Yet strangely, being likened unto a weeping prophet somehow clicked;
As if his prayer closet got a tip of the hat and a secret hand shake.
Meanwhile, all of heaven smiled as he burst into excessive tears.
Because his Father, after all those years, gently whispered,“My son, it’s okay to cry..”
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Petitions of a Prayer Closet Citizen
Break my heart for what breaks Yours.
Burden me to pray through doors.
Tell me all that makes You cry,
And let my eyes not go dry.But oh, You’ll never share such to
Those who briefly stop by You,
So teach me prayer that takes much time,
For then I’ll find Your heart divine.
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A New Era (To Post or Not To Post)
On May 22nd, 2015, around 8:00ish pm, after attending since k4, I graduated from Fourth Baptist Christian School. When the tassel went from one side of my head to the other, it marked the end of a chapter in my life, and the beginning of a new one.
Unlike the past two summers, this summer, I will not be traveling with The Academy of Arts, but I will be attending Ellerslie Discipleship Training for their very last 9 week semester. After that, I will be attending Pensacola Christian College to major in Business with an Accounting Concentration.
All of that to say, I have absolutely no idea how often I will be able to post anymore. It has been a faithful friend throughout my Junior and Senior years of highschool, but during this summer followed by four years of college, I don’t know what things are going to look like.
None the less, if God decides to continue laying things on my heart to post, things will always be posted. This is something that He started two years ago and has been sustaining ever since, so whether it continues consistently or not is completely up to Him.
Really though, whether I write about it or not, God’s plans will move mountains, and I cannot wait to move forward in this endless frontier.
This is a new era, and it’s definitely the better.
Where it happens, or should I say, “happened.”
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Encouragement From Iron to Iron
Once upon a time..
In the midst of a small school,
There were two young men:
A senior and an eighth grader.Each were on two completely different paths of life,
But when a work of God brought the two together,
It could truly be said that iron and iron
Came together to sharpen iron.However, I don’t believe that the young eighth grader
Will ever understand the impact that he had on the senior.
For more than being encouraged, he was an encouragement,
And he was willing to let God work in his life immensely.The years ahead are brighter than the eighth grader could ever imagine,
For it is a rare thing that God would work so much in someone so young.
And although the highschool has yet to realize this new ninth grader,
He will cause more spiritual havoc for God’s kingdom than many before him.So, —–, whether you ever read this or not, know that
It has been an honor and a privilege to grow with you.
You have drawn me closer to God, taught me many things,
And given me a legacy that I would not have left otherwise.As far as the prayer meeting, God will see to its survival,
For He has begun a work in our school, and He will finish it.
But above all else, whether He uses many or few,
One thing is undoubtedly certain:He will use you.
And that, my friend, is an encouragement.
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