Just as the artist who works best with water colors occasionally ventures into painting with oils, so I find myself wanting to leave the comfort of prose and place words into a different medium. Hence the following:
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord,
Silently You suffer scorn,
Power and might disdaining.
By Your suffering and death
You satisfy the thirsty.
You make the wounded spirit cry:
“Oh, Lamb of God have mercy.”
So, Christ, I come and seek Your Grace
My sins stand e’er before me.
I would not dare to face Your Face
Lest you came to restore me.
Holy Week 2007
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW