Somber, silent, sacredly,
She ventured to the tomb;
Fearful, fragile, fretfully,
Her mind replayed the doom.
Beaten, stricken, spat upon,
How could this be her LORD?
Hands that once had made her whole,
Now bound by one small cord?
Holding on by letting go.
Somber, silent, sacredly,
She ventured to the tomb;
Fearful, fragile, fretfully,
Her mind replayed the doom.
Beaten, stricken, spat upon,
How could this be her LORD?
Hands that once had made her whole,
Now bound by one small cord?
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Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews12:2 As we … [Continue reading]
Press On, Lord “But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; I trust in the mercy of God forever and ever.” -Psalm 52:8 If you are reading this, then you know that I like to write. It’s my way of cleaning out my thought closet. I push … [Continue reading]