That it wasn’t a cross, not really, that Jesus was suffering through, it was our sins… Sound pretty hopeless for us huh? But it isn’t. The Cross helps us recognize how beautiful it is that our guilty lives our paid in full. You have been redeemed! Isn’t that just beautiful? No matter how ugly, how messy, how responsible we feel for something so irreparable for us to have experienced in our life… God says, my child, you were paid for IN FULL. You know… the times when we are the most ugly of all humans… (You know the time I am talking about right?) Well, he still isn’t going to give up on us. Just breathe… I am here.Īnd even when we feel the lowest. And he alone is able to mend us, no matter how crushed to pieces we are… all is made new, through his sacrifice. Out of whatever situation, God is picking up the pieces from our brokenness. He is making good happen out of the situations we find ourselves in or get ourselves in.
God wasn’t teaching us a lesson in those moments. Someone gets an autoimmune disorder or someone leaves this life far too soon. Sometimes our trials are the worst, I mean absolutely the worse when they are situations in life that hurt us, that simply are because they just happen. Guess what? Jesus paid the price for that. Some of these trials are someone else’s doing and it ends up hurting our life. We all struggle don’t we? We have trials upon trials heaped upon us. And I was hoping that this poem would be able to give him hope. My grandfather and our family have gone through a lot of things. His wisdom comes from his many years of experience. You see, my grandfather has always been involved in church as far back as I can remember. In this moment, I realized how much he enjoyed a good poem which led me to write this poem for him. This led to his quoting me of the many passages of poetic scriptures he has memorized from the Bible. One night in our conversations he began to quote poetry to me. He has become wise in his many years of living. It was Him, not the world, who has shown me… He gives me hope then, in my trials I fight He can change something so dark into light The cross, was no match, for my Savior, Jesus Christįor everything he touches, changes, no matter how horrible the device of life He is not there, for he has risen indeed! Let’s cover our eyes to the dying Christ, when there on a cross, there is none The cross was warmly received until the creation of the gun Loyal hearts shown, through seal marked foreheads our humanity
The cross, the most beautiful message of Christianity Would be used to shame its lowly victim and silencing any with a voice The cross, an ancient murderous weapon of choice
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