PERFECT THE SALVATION

A perfect work of art, that filigree

Gold and silver lining this tapestry!

Bejeweled splendor forever to behold!

By beauty expert’s eyes, passionless and cold!

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No not lovers, just eyes to see

Observing, sure, so knowledgeably?

Paid to observe!  Just that!  No more!

And price this work of art, what is it for?

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So, what price this One who made a claim

To divinity or deity, no not the same!

For deity applies to only One,

The Godhead!  Holy Spirit!  Father and The Son!

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Many the signs and wonders this man performed!

Lazarus raised from dead!  And Self formed!

Do we not at Easter, recognize

A mighty triumph over all His foes!

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Miraculous life, sure, start with virgin birth!

Countless deeds of mercy, healing the sick.

Many have tried since nor can they begin

To duplicate.  Who, then, can “forgive your sin”?

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We come in Jesus’ name, not just a man.

Today still heals, coming in Jesus’ name.

Be not conformed, this world, but transformed

This change only God can perform!

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What is real?  Life?  A few years then gone!

Heaven reality to lean upon!

This life a vapor.  What is left to build?

They that built skyscrapers, all fulfilled.

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Life so short!  Only old men can see!

What lies beyond the tomorrow?  For you?  For me?

Life, real abundant!  So full and free,

Only then will we know, how abundantly!

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Precarious positions, we are often assigned

In the service of our country.  Where peace of mind

Is challenged to the limit, our safety insecure!

“Sure death” the alternative, can we endure?

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But forever security promised to believers

Trusting Jesus, He only can free us!

From fear of certain death, truly not to fear it!

Whether natural or combative in praise to receive it!

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Can we face death as did the apostle,

“For me to die is gain!”  It is there in his epistle.

We know of a place built by God above

Sinners are accepted, yes, saved by His love!

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the Sam  02.29.12

IT WAS LOVE

My heart, spirit, my  everything

Longing soul cries out

To my Maker, Lord, and my King,

What is this life all about?

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Just why did you make us?  Why, why?

Surely You knew we would sin!

Capricious, You are not!  Life of strife

Could never salvation win!

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Winning nothing.   You had to die!

Proof of Your love that is it!

Knowing consequence You would die!

Sin’s wages You assumed it!

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Everything known before it occurred

And that’s what omniscience means!

Perfect in knowledge, everything known!

Surely this is what  it seems!

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We created free moral agents

The meaning I, I can decide,

Sure, where I spend the Eternal Life.

That Deity contrived!

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Meaning, the choice is mine complete!

I decide my own fate!

As Judge sits in His Judgment seat.

I come early or late!

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Sure late it is assumption correct!

Too late to say, I am sorry?

But who can tell where God is concerned?

So I missed the trolley.

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But God was a mind.  Mind of minds!

Nothing improbable!

Thinking worlds!  Into existence!

So what  could be impossible?

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He has to love with our love in return

While His love is consummate.

Desires same but cannot be controlled,

Though it some early or late!

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That thief on a cross, “Remember me…”

Nothing halfhearted there.

His love, just now articulate!

Can anyone’s love compare?

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Thief on that cross “Remember me…” when

What more was needed?

Compassion only Christ’s love in

His death conceded!

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His love made Him do it!

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the Sam  12.19.11

SUFFERING SAVIOR

The suffering Savior died for me.

I gladly, humbly bow!

Experiencing just partially

Some of that suffering now!

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He came for sinners, why He died

Was for your sins and mine.

His sacrifice on Calvary

Contained in the Divine!

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Deity!  Devine He was

And is forevermore!

He died just for your sins and mine,

Small wonder we adore!

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I cannot help but worship Him

I cannot this deny!

For me He suffered agony

And so He came to die!

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He took our sins upon Himself

How can this not convey

A sacrifice extravagant

Your debt and mine to pay!

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Does this not prove His love so deep

So fathomless beyond

All understanding we possess?

All thoughts we have confound?

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No sense at all does it convey

Unless we look and see

His love extravagant and pure

Enough to die for me!

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Sam Cox 8.12.05