FOR YOU AND ME

Driven by love and deliberately

He gave His life for you and me.

Did He have to?  Yes and I know it well!

Delivering me from a certain hell!

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But before He ever heard my cry

He obeyed the call, he had to die!

“The wages of sin is death,” I know

That is why he had to Calvary go!

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Such pain and suffering!  How could He

Contain it all?  The agony!

Horrific!  Continuous the route

Of misery men brought about!

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Sadistic laughter filled the air!

Enjoying suffering they saw there!

“Forgive them, Father,” He gritted out!

Then all there gathered heard His shout:

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“It is finished!”  He thundered then,

The Son of God despised by men.

It was heard from Gaza to Galilee

Near splintered that object of agony!

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At last the Savior from that cross

Cried, “Why must I thus suffer loss?”

“It is finished!”  He finally cried

“Into Thy hands…”  He gasped and died!

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His stricken shout God answered then

With lightening, thunder, clouds contend

Blackening the sky, the sun put out!

Priests fled blindly with frenzied shout!

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The earth split open, many were lost!

Violent the quakes, like, tempest tossed!

The Christ entombed!  Could not hold!

He rose!  As He so often foretold!

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Sam Cox 9.11.05

WON – LOST

He suffered pain in Galilee,

And near everywhere, too!

The city of Jerusalem,

Wept over that place anew!

 

 

Whole nights He spent in agony,

The sins of Adam and Eve,

Transmitted to all creation

In need of blest reprieve!

 

 

Why chose He those disciples?

Their willingness to obey?

They left all to follow Him

Recalled what He had to say!

 

 

All left their mark in history

Including the one who conveyed

Hypocritical love for the Master

The very one he betrayed!

 

 

But we keep our eyes on Heaven

Walking through hell on earth.

Remembering that blessed earth family

Heaven’s body in earthly birth.

 

 

The pinnacle of pain He reached

Once nailed up to that cross.

Comparing to the agony of

The calloused souls He lost!

 

 

Sam Cox 2.17.05

THANKFUL

Thankful, so grateful we are for our home,

And home away from just never alone.

For loved ones who care and for friends galore.

Never a want a need anymore!

 

 

Fire that drove us our of our lair,

Loved ones compassionate always there!

Giving us comfort, shelter, and food.

We praise Him forever! God is so good!

 

 

Soon back to our home appreciatively!

Though surrounded by fires survived safely!

Black smoke overhead a blanket so strange

Colors all about a complete rearrange!

 

 

Houses about us appearances as of fire,

Queer coloration all not to desire!

Strange feeling about us, just made us know

Hell not desired! Not the place to go!

 

 

Church the compassion one feels in that place!

Each one for another this moment of Grace!

Yorba Linda protected miraculously!

Believers live there, like, divine decree!

 

 

Our Father above who cares for us all

Who guides us protects us lest we fall!

Our hearts reach out to those who lost homes

Their loss is grievous and they are not alone!

 

 

Jesus had no home on earth for three years

He slept on hard ground it received His tears!

Tears for others, Jerusalem, Galilee,

He is weeping still for souls that will not see!

 

 

The Bible gives us a road map to guide,

No other book as important beside

This book that is hidden beneath a pile

Of novels, magazines not worth your while.

 

 

Bibles destroyed by fire soon replaced!

To Whom do we turn for living Grace?

Gods’ Word became flesh, some have received

Those who trusted in Him and believed!

 

 

So why on earth am I on this earth?

And why was I ever given New Birth?

“Let your light so shine,” is the Lord’s acclaim!

For this very purpose, He did us ordain!

 

 

Sam Cox 11.18.08

THE GRACE

Jesus, God, did you have to go

To Calvary to die,

“My God, My GOD!  You have forsaken Me!”

And did He not thus cry?

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Broken in spirit, forsaken by all!

By heaven forsaken besides!

“Why hast thou?”  Your silence contends

Does no one hear My cries?

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Yes, my mother and one disciple

With Mary of Magdala,

Those tender tears and broken hearts.

Other disciples?  Far?

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Yes, off to Galilee, a fishing,

And have you caught anything?

This pain!  Excruciating the pain!

So try the other side–

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Of the boat, oh certain.  Where they are

Oh, the pain!  Why, oh why

Father God, must I contend?

This cross alone?  My cry!

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My human cry!  Can not you hear it?

Has all caring departed?

Your silence, does it forecast displeasure?

Please, where have we parted?

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Forgive!  Did we share tender moments?

I grieved for Judas, you know.

Son of perdition, did he have to be?

But suicide?  Oh, why so?

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Soul, now in that terrible place,

Torture!  Why must this be?

My children, am I Your child, still?

But bit of humanity!

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Pain!  Now, I thirst, all dried out!

Harder to take breath!

Oh, may I now “Give up the ghost”?

I am longing for death!

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********REMEMBERING********

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Now His words, a time:

“I go to prepare a place.”

Sure, we truly follow You now!

We are drawn there by your Grace!

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The Sam’l  10.20.11

DYING

You know every thought of my heart!

You catch my whispered prayers!

Know what I need before I ask,

But how?  You were once there.

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Walked the waters of Galilee!

Thought fishes from the lake!

On to the fire that you had built!

Friends then came to partake!

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You did not need!  For You are God!

The fish gladly bestow

Selves!  Just to honor their Maker!

As everything below!

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Why His prime creation do not follow!

As the inanimate do!

Plagued with desire to follow self!

All else seems brand new.

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Impossible to administer!

Just how do you suppose?

Maker of all!  Creator God!

And did He not propose–

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All that is below and above!

And that slippery worm!

We use to catch the fish, observe

With endless sun that burns–

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To everness suns and planets

The countless stars above.

Can anyone, our scientists,

Not worship God and love?

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Many do in fact, all must!

Truly observe, no end

To what Our Creator God has done,

That man cannot comprehend!

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Does God observe or even care?

Of many misnomers I have made?

Mistakes!  Oh, how we hate the Word!

Dying from old age!

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that’s me, the Sam  11.16.12

Near end!