Poetry

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HE IS OUR REASON FOR LIVING

It was only an old rugged cross which didn't look like much to the world,
They could see no beauty in the one who hung there in disgrace,
But that old rugged cross stained with his blood for our sins,
Is a wondrous beauty for every tribe, tongue, and race.

The grace which was given is the reason we are living,
The power of the cross keeps on forgiving,
The sins which he bore was the weight of this world for the lost,
Upon his shoulders he carried them..... to be crucified and pay sin's cost.

He is our reason for living......Yes, He is our everything
He is our Lord and Saviour ......the reason our hearts can sing.
The tomb is empty as death could not hold Him in the grave,
He lives and calls all to him.....He alone can forgive and save.

Because He is our Lord and our Risen Savior,
We live each day.....we pray for all to be in his favor,
He brings joy in the morning and speaks peace to all men,
He is our Redeemer who will be with us until the end.

"Great is our Lord and greatly to be praised."
"How Great Thou Art."

Jo Ann Kelly
J. P.'s Inspirations (c) 2002-2003.
http://www.my.homewithgod.com/jpinspirations/

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