FROM FEAR TO LOVE

When we finally learn to love Him as we fear Him,

When we recognize the fatherhood of God,

A Father who taught fathers how to cherish

The children reaching up to be adored.

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When we graduate from fearing Him to loving,

The fearing turns to awe of His great power,

We never lose the sense of His provision

His awesome love and grace we have each hour!

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Who, just who can have this confidence within him?

He whose sins have all been nailed up to that cross!

We who placed our sins upon the Savior dying

Believing that for all He suffered loss!

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Believing that the all is whosoever,

The whosoever includes even me!

That all my sins were taken by the Savior

To be forever transferered to that tree.

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I cannot deny the work that He did for me.

I cannot deny the changes made within!

Nor can I ever doubt the promise given

Of forgiveness and pardon from my sin!

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Another promise also He has given

I need not fear sins wages anymore! (1)

The gift of everlasting life is given

The promise of sheer joy on heaven’s shore.

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Oh God, I know that you know I am not worthy,

But because of love You had to die!

Even though the ones You loved all got together

To hate You and reject then crucify! (2)

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(1) Romans 6:23

(2) John 1:11

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Sam Cox 04.09.03

THREE CROSSES

Sleepless no, not Seattle.  Placenta, I believe.

Thoughts intruding through the night, what I receive

Three crosses on a hill.  What else there?

On one cross, criminal!  What to compare?

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Cursing his plight; as he did all his life!

Mean thief and killer.  A real life of strife.

All he knew was to steel and to kill.

Cursing his vile life there on a hill!

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Center cross, a different story is told.

People yelled, “Crucify!”  Sure, He had been bold

To heal the sick, forgive sinners, raise the dead!

“God alone forgives sins!”  Priests truly said–

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“This man claims ‘Godhood’, crucify this man!”

We know God in Heaven forgives!  Only God can!

Impostor!  Blasphemer claiming to be God!

Sure, performs many tricks hucksters can do more!

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Calvary crucified!  The end of His tricks!

So now if He is able to escape this fix?

A borrowed tomb, many friends mourned as they buried,

Soldiers guarded, later the Mary’s.

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Remaining cross tells a different story.

“I had to do it!  See, he tried to kill me.”

“When You come into your Kingdom, Remember me.”

Suffering Christ heard!  Through pain, gritting teeth–

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“This day, in Paradise!”  You hear this now,

With Me you are forgiven as I truly declare

Kingdom or Heaven!   Everlastingly we will share!

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the Sam  01.12.12

“IT IS FINISHED”

“It is finished!”  The cry, like, a cannons roar,

The elasticity on the airwaves, drove straight to the core

Of every vile heart that conspired that day

To crucify Christ!  Just put Him away!

Flat on their faces they fell, yes, from fear!

They wanted Him out!  And not even near!

The Father from heaven answered the cry

With a blast of thunder that froze open their eyes.

Stark horror as they saw through each flash

The face of the Savior mid thunderous crash.

The blistering roar of the thunder consumes

Their remaining confidence until they resumed

Their screams of terror all running pell-mell.

Quaking ground opened into which many fell.

The three crosses rocked as hundreds were thrown

Into wide open fissure’s, not even a groan

Was heard as ground quickly closed on them.

And so many others perished, condemned.

Deserving everlastingly!  No hope at all,

No one to help them, on no one to call!

A most frightening day!  But they had their chance

They had heard His kind voice, then with furtive glance

They decided against the Savior of men

And choosing the worst, the satanic den!

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(Depicting, perhaps graphically, the moments after Christ’s final cry!)

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Sam Cox 7.25.05

THAT CROSS, HIS GRACE

The cross is not greater that His grace.

The thorns cannot hide His blessed face!

Well aware of this cross on a hill.

Golgotha, Calvary, it is still!

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Place of the skull, it was well known

Through Titus, Roman ruler, thousands thrown

Down on Roman crosses, nailed.  City saw

And heard screams of agony to draw.

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Birds of prey, stench unbearable!

Showing Pilate up!  Titus, the terrible!

Dead and dying, starving Jews, forced me to see

How frightening this ruler could be!

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But on that rugged hill, The Christ, alone

Left heaven and came to die!  Sins to atone!

There words, prophetic of coming tragedy,

As He told the women, “Weep not for Me!”

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Comparison:  the Romans, terrible.

Compare to Christ:  His love, incomparable!

Centurion gazed up, heavy sandal shod,

Cried, “Surely, this was the Son of God!”

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Purpose found in this fowl tragedy,

Jesus said, “I will draw all men to Me!

If I am lifted up…”  There to die!

He named the cross, there CRUCIFY!

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Sam Cox 06.13.09