MY SIN

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The price was paid so long ago,

Christ took the death for you!

Cruel death of the cross we contrived,

Just what else could He do?

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Death for sins, all anticipated

Ever since man’s beginning,

In that fullness of times, deliberate!

His death for you containing!

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This substitution had to take place!

Sure His love for sinful man!

“Wages of sin is death!”  The exchange, this

Only God can!

Such substitution has to be accomplished

God’s love for sinful man!

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The repetition sure for effect!

Can such expression be

Ever vibrant enough to

Capture His love for me?

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This accomplishment, price paid in full.

What further could be done?

Son of God, yes, man’s Creator,

To die for everyone!

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“Wages of sin, sure, death!”  All have sinned!

Fallen way short of projection.

God’s projection for all men, in sin

Lost, torn from protection!

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Only God, a God’s protection hand (love),

Could make Him deny

His holiness, so spotlessly pure

To this though, we comply.

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The thought of assuming all men’s sins

Dying in sin for us.

Who never knew sin, spotless Lamb of

God!  And we from the dust!

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“Dust to dust,”  of all mankind said,

But of the body alone

Imperishable the soul lives on

Always with Christ who  atones!

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LOVE NOT THE WORLD BUT LOVE

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Easy to spot the Christian who,

In his self-centeredness,

Sees only avoidance of sin!

Sees no one to bless!

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His avoidance inadvertently

Of everyone else

His eyes on the ground, never to look

Upward!  Just self!

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Why cannot we be proud we love Jesus?

Look on that cross there!

At work, at play admittedly,

Do not I even care?

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Admittedly sure not ashamed

I serve a living Lord!

Some may scoffingly ask and who is that?

Only One can afford–

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To love us all!  For His children we

So often, full of hate!

Lusting instead of love; only

Self to satiate!

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Lust, self love, the difference all know!

Inordinately is hate

Everyone else breathing the air

Just will not accommodate.

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Love each other, for love is of God!

He who does not love

Cannot love God for He is complete in

His purest, above.

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All for when unselfish complete!

Can be nothing I see,

Except so close to the Only One

Who gave His life for me.

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God is love!  And he who loves not, knows

Not, the only One.

Who is purest love who gave His life

My God.  God the Son!

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And He is my Father!

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the Sam 2.15.12

HIGH THE REACH

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Need way more good thoughts less of the bad.

More of the happy!  Far less of the sad!

More about Heaven, of course, reaching high!

Air there is thin, but when Jesus is nigh.

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Then purity of air and the breeze

Where beautiful flowers, tall as the trees,

Spread their fragrance throughout everywhere!

No need for artifacts, pretend to compare!

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Perfumery needed beneath God’s domain!

To cover uncleanness, always the same,

Since Satan won, in that garden down there,

Only to lose our Heaven so fair!

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Pure delight far above the sin land,

Where one can feel Satan’s heavy hand,

But no longer felt!  Sure, he is no more!

Cast out!  Unable to reach Heavens shore!

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Delightful the living, no tempter around!

Deflated, defeated, and deep underground!

Satan forgotten!  Just Jesus abiding!

Goodness and joy forever confiding!

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Forever!  If tired, of course, there is rest!

But with bodies glorified the very best

Is yet to come, when in spirit you fly

Transporting forever, just never die!

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So have you considered just where and how?

Depends on whom or to what you kow-tow!

Stuff and things in Hell!  All together!

Down yonder with the best:  stormy weather!

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If walking with Jesus, no need to fear!

Continue that joyous walk!  Ever near,

Just how can one lose?  Sure, lean on His arms!

Resting in Jesus, nothing alarms!

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Sir Cox  –  the S. H.  1.11.12

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Of course, I want to see Him!

Look upon His face!

VICTORY COMPLETE

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Just what the Christ endured, there is no way to report!

As he dangled from that cross, just nails as His support!

Just think of it:  the agony, as pain turns to torture;

And torture keeps increasing with no way to departure.

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No way to depart this life until death, descending,

Brings sweet relief to pain and the agony unending,

But six hours on that cross, no way to banish shame,

A few devoted followers recognize His pain.

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They wept, Christ heard, and slowly His eyes turned to them.

Fixed on Mary and John, He tenderly spoke to them.

He saw the jeering crowd, His eyes then looked upward,

He prayed, “Father, forgive them.” But they heard not a word!

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Was there no way to block out the shame, the agony?

Was there no way to tell them, He came to set them free?

Free from death eternal separation from God!

I am taking their sins on Me, their sorrows, oh Lord!

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He died, was buried but death was not the victor.

He died.  His body free, forever free from torture!

The tomb could not hold Him.  A brilliant burst of light!

Fear engulfs the soldiers, who awake to noonday bright!

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His enemy who tempted and mocked Him, shrank in fear.

A smile curled Jesus’ lips and He said, “Now disappear!”

Celebration forthcoming, He spoke, “Mary, I am alive.”

To five hundred other witnesses, He smiled, “Yes, you will survive.”

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And then some!

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Sam Cox 04.04

JUDGE NOT

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I am not bound by ancestral spirits,

To do as my forefathers did!

While allowing for similarities,

Animalism is not my bid.

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While ‘bearing one another’s burdens’

I am obliged to ‘bear my own.’

To each his own, responsible

I am to occupy my own throne.

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I do not inherit my father’s traits.

I am a poet, he is not!

He had a way with words, in speech.

Eloquence I have not got!

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Consensually I sin, he did too.

“All have sinned and come short

Of the Glory of God.”  So far away,

We are tempted sometimes to abort!

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But what I do he is not responsible.

He has his own thing to do!

His son does not have to do as he does.

He is accountable, too!

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Contractually I am as far away

Or near to my Father above.

As near has everything to do with

And how we receive His love!

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My grandfather did not receive His love.

My father did, so did I!

Do not you think our Father in Heaven knows

Who His child is and also, why?

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Sam Cox (is not the judge) 04.04.04

“GOD SO LOVED…” ISAIAH 9:6

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“Lion of the tribe Judah”, “Bright and morning Star”

“His name shall be called, Mighty God…”  Ever near, yet far.

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“Wonderful, Counselor, The blessed Prince of Peace.”

“…The increase of His government…It will never cease…”

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“For unto us a Child is born,” Miraculous. “Son is given.”

This Son will be nailed to a cross, hands and feet nails driven!

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This Son is nailed for our sins, upon a criminal cross!

This Son of God, God Himself!  Why should He suffer loss?

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He took that cross for our sins.  He took my place up there!

The Sinless One assumed my loss, that no one else could bear!

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Jesus, the only sinless man.”  No other man could show

Sinlessness to any degree.  Why God came below!

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But before Christ came, a spotless Lamb, was sins sacrifice!

This lamb, this sinner presented, for it was sin’s price!

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So “Behold, the Lamb of God,” John cried, “He who takes my sin.”

Only He can do it.  Receive Him!  Let Him enter in!

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Just  what did He do, our Sacrifice?  He assumed all our shame.

He “became sin” and died there this is why He came!

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Then I see Him, in the tomb.  Third day contemplating that death!

Those nails that has held Him there, drew a shuddering breath!

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Why this torturous, hideous death?  Remember “Wages of sin…”

He took that death that we may find pure cleansing within!

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All that we need, ‘Confess our sins’ to His forgiveness find!

The “Wages of sin is death!”  I choose life!  Now I have peace of mind!

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God SO loved the world that He gave… and I accept!

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Sam Cox 10.08.09

WHAT WE TOOK FOR GRANTED

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Before we went to India, God loved us.

Before we said “yes”, the same.

Before we were saved His stamp was on us.

Before birth, he knew my name!

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Before I cursed Him, He knew about it!

When I took His Name in vain.

But He bore me up when my legs failed me,

Carried me when I went lame.

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Too independent I recognized Him not,

Thought God was my will, thought I knew

That I could live, thrive, without His care,

Never knew what I would go through.

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Perpendicular the cliff that I clung to,

God got me down, protected me,

Bullets whizzing by, shell fragments missing,

Protection clear, I could not see.

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But now, in retrospect, I see all clearly

His Hand so gently leading on!

I long now to thank Him and to worship!

Stay at His feet through heaven’s song.

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No need to wait till then, I now bow humbly

And worship at His mercy seat!

And when I do, I now can see them clearly,

In worship, nail scars in His feet!

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I saw His Hands, they too bore the nail scars.

I felt Him place them on my head!

“I could never let you go,” He said.  “I promised

Because of you, my blood was shed.”

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Sam Cox 03.29.04