Look what Christ can do— bound as He was to a cross, weary and strangled in pain, a joke on the lips of man, a curse on the lips of God— death of the Immortal. He died like no one else— the pride of the Father’s eyes, a portal torn in the veil from Satan’s […]
Read more "What Christ Can Do"The rumble thunder far away the sky gone grey and stone the wind path still…………………like holding breath as sits the leaden, sober stress: I stand vibrant here and live because He bled. For me. – The shrugs and shirks—the lethargy, the bow and bend to idle sins pursued with passion down the path or sometimes! […]
Read more "Substitute"Wide around the world there rang the sounds of mercy from the heaven-skies. Shepherds flocked and people gawked and crowds saw love distilled before their eyes. Across the city of the king the sounds of judgement ripped the clouds apart. People mocked and Satan stalked as Life was deathed with Haven’s stricken cries. […]
Read more "Regicide"Dear cross, I too, with tangled view would bow before the beams which held the body of our mutual lord and king. – The every lash, of my tongue’s cash of caramelized iniquity I come in anxious sorrowful to bring – Whole storms of lust, at every thrust that felled my heart’s façade of good […]
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