Poetry

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Before the world began

I reigned with my Father in His glory at the right hand of His throne.

You had no bridge to reach God over the chasm left by sin.

I left the glories of Heaven, becoming that bridge,

Because I was loving you.




My will is to do the will of my Father and

He wills that none should perish but all who will should come to Him for everlasting life.

So I say run to me all who are weary from this world and longing for rest.

I and the Father are One. I offer you peace and joy because I am loving you.




From before you started your life

I made a way for your freedom to be won.

I offered up my life, gladly offered my life, in exchange for yours.

I am the sacrifice for your sin.

I am the way, the truth, and the life. You may come to the Father through me loving you.




And when with my arms out wide, nailed and punctured in the side

I lay down my life. I gave up the Ghost. Father, please forgive them.

They don’t know what they’ve done.

For you I did die.

I went from the Cross, the cruel Cross of Calvary , to my grave loving you.




The grave could not hold me.

Grave, where is your sting? Death, where is your victory?

I conquered death and rose from the grave loving you.

I am still loving you.

Run to me. I will be loving you, waiting for you.







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