VICTORY COMPLETE

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

THE SILENCE OF GOD

“My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?”

The very Son of God!  So close in unity!

Why did The Lord let Him suffer so?

Why in the first place to Calvary go?

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“Father, forgive them,” He cried from the cross.

“They do not know what they are doing,” in their loss

In sheer agony, thinking of the crowd

The screaming crowd as they yelled out loud.

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“…saved others Himself He cannot save…”

Idiots!  Himself He will not save!

He dies for your sins, The Sinless One!

He is the Christ, God’s only Son!

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You are killing your hope for heaven!

The prophet mentioned you long ago.

“He was wounded for your transgressions…”

Crucifying the One who loved you so!

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Sins crucified Him, yes, my sins, too!

My sins screamed, crucify now!

Come to Him!  That is what!  This is why He died!

My sins, the spikes there, Crucified!

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S. H. C. – me 09.08.10

ONE CRIMINAL

Truly amazing, just think of it!

God loves everyone!

The thoughtless rabble paid to scream,

“Crucify!” God’s Son.

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If you are truly the Son of God, save yourself

And us!  One crucified yelled!

Yeah, save yourself!  The rabble echoed

Of cheap liquor they swelled!

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Scribes, the Pharisees, and priests

Observed with satisfaction

This rabble rouser will not bother us now!

His miracles are done!

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But the other thief had few words and

Full of self condemnation

“Would you please remember me when

You come into Your kingdom?”

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“This very day…in Paradise…”

The Savior’s heart in tune

You will be with Me, I promise!

In spirit they communed!

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Sure, suffering is a normal thing.

This sin cursed world, we do!

Consider, if you will, the cross

Unleashed agony!  So true!

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Horrific, unbearable, torture,

Not just spikes through tender flesh,

Belabor spit and insults hurled

Not fighting it, longing for death.

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Wanting to die but that last breath,

Difficult to ignore!

Wrenching, struggling, mouth open wide

With gasping reaching for more–

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Air!  But not there anymore!

Sheer blackness envelops all

In an instant!  Then brilliant light!

Answering heaven’s call!

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“Father, forgive them!” the muffled cry,

“They know not what they do!”

I wondered with my sinful ways

Did I know?  Yes, it is true!

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Sam Cox 08.24.10

PAST FORGIVENESS

“Father, forgive them for they do not know…”

He prayed from that cross for sinner below!

Who tortured, tormented then nailed Him there!

Jesus, who did nothing but show His care!

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Untouchables, lepers He touched then and healed!

Could they not know what this action revealed?

The great God who heals, who raises the dead!

“Only wise God provides us with bread.”

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Provides us with comfort, rest, when required.

Mary and John from that cross inspired,

“Behold thy Son!  Receive they mother!”

Brothers and sisters with one another.

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Saw Him raise Lazarus, how could they not know?

This Jesus was God’s Son sent down to show

That believing on Him would mean their salvation!

As prophesied since Adam’s creation.

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His seed should bruise the ‘Serpents head’

As man’s heel shall be bruised instead.

As the struggle continues, we against Satan, contend!

Victory is ours, Satan’s loss in the end!

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With God deciding, how can we lose?

Just one way to lose when it is loss you choose.

But why would anyone chose such an end?

Understandably loss without a friend!

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But we have a friend in Jesus we see

His promise He keeps, “I will never leave thee!”

Any separation, you can surely tell.

Say yes to Satan, he will take you to Hell!

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Sam Cox 07.06.10

THEY CRUCIFIED MY LORD!

The tumult, the tears, Golgotha spread wide,

The horror, the rocks, the bleak mountainside!

The only way that Christ chose decisively

That frightful cross, it was for you and me!

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His body so racked with suffering and pain!

And how could He tolerate the sorrow, the shame?

Priests so determined, their self-righteous cries,

“He claimed to be God, yes!  For this He dies!”

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“If You are who You claim then come down from that tree!”

But He gazed down on them in sorrow, piteously!

The Pharisees (religious) many did not come.

Did any receive?  Yes, truly there were some!

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“Save Yourself and us!”  Cried the thieves on either side.

“Father forgive them!  So long they have been denied!”

Soldier gazing upward no longer was he bored,

“Surely,” he exclaimed, “This is the Son of God!”

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Mary and John close by comforting each other,

Their relationship much more like, son and mother.

Yes, Mary well knew that her son must die! (*)

She leaned into John, there were tears in her eyes.

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The tears were for her sons suffering that day!

Together they ignored the earth splitting quake!

The priests, in terror, fled screaming from that place.

“It is finished!”  The Lord cried, while on His face–

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Through the grim blackness a lone light shone

On my God!  On a cross tree, dying alone. (**)

No!  No!  Not the end!  They buried Him!  He arose!

Over five hundred saw Him alive!  His church grows!

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(*)   But the cruel cross!

(**) My tears near hid my type.

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S H Cox 10.24.05

CRUCIFIED GOD, THE SON

Creator of the universe!  Washes filthy feet!

This humbling activity we do not repeat!

Mind boggling, Eternal One ever existing!

Not a flimsy fantasy feebly persisting!

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Not a wanton childish thought, air castles creating!

Not a fairyland of gnomes, creative debating.

Reality!  Not a fantasy!  God, always and forever!

Pre-existing!  No beginning!  Understand it?  Never!

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How can feeble minds conceive this?  No beginning? (1)

JESUS,  pre-existence, worlds in space flinging!

Melchizedek, ancient name for Jesus, Creator. (2)

“Without beginning, without end.”  Just no contender!

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No man can face Him and live!  Yet the Word became flesh! (3)

Dwelt in earth, humble birth, and subject to death.

Inconceivable, a virgin child, giving Him birth!

Magnificent!  Dwelling, humble, a man on earth.

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With basin and towel, girds Himself and washes grimiest part,

Lives with men in fellowship nor does He depart,

Until submitting to a death, torturous, humbling,

Despicably despised nor was His love ever crumbling.

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Nor does He contend against but prays, “Father, forgive them!”

Guilty, vile, hypocritical!  He does not condemn them.

Father, forgive this sinner!  I can only decry,

And hate what they have done to you, forgetting that I—

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At one time turned against You, even cursing Your name.

Angry for taking my father, to my abject shame!

Forgetting that you know what is best, best for everyone!

And for a Godless community that crucified Your Son!

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(1) Romans 1:20

(2) Hebrews 7:3

(3) John 1, 2 and 14

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Guilty, Sam Cox 03.05.09

FORGIVEN

Extra help is called for when

Age persistently calls

And we are unable to resist,

Humbly take the fall!

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Accepting the inevitable,

Since cannot make demands!

Far passed the predictable hour of death

And gave in to your fans!

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“Please do not die yet!  Try to make it to

The century mark!  Then

Have something to crow about!

To that grandson of ten.”

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Scout I was in the World Was II

And was shot at, yes, aplenty!

Of course, missed, God had plans for me.

Our squad lost more than twenty!

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Squad of twelve often cut to four,

Did God have plans for me?

Through wooded island, The Philippines,

Six grueling months!  We see!

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No dead found or buried!  Then did someone say,

“Enemy must have ate them!”

Not hard at all to this understand!

With no supplies sent them!

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Since war brings out the worst in any

Man, or so it seems!

Satanic forces working longer

To the Hell-bent leans.

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Then memory lingers on a scene

To my tortured mind,

Enemy in gleeful laughter

I get closer and find–

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One of us stretched on a spit

On a fire roasting

To satiate, drooling hunger, of

Enemy and boasting–

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Of their capture of this one,

Sure, way back W. W. II!

But how does one forget such sights?

Memory lingers true.

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War times defeatist attitude

Like, burying the pain

Of loss inevitable

We shoot that one, no shame!

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War time horror!  How to forget?

Memories linger on!

Forget it!  Sure!  But tell me how!

Forgiving!  Forgetting how long.

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As long as it takes!  To see Jesus on that cross,

“Father forgive they know not what they do.”

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the Sam 05.24.13