Whenever Jesus stretched His arms out
And shadow formed a cross.
Suppose He then considered that
One day He would suffer loss?
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And that day would mean salvation for
Every soul on earth?
Every soul believing, accepting
The Virgin birth.
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Deity, The God incarnate, gift to
Sons of Adam all
Who would listen obeying Jesus’
Dying, Heavenly call!
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Truly possible! Jesus’ wisdom then
Amazed all the wise ones there
With knowledge well beyond His years,
Mere boy, but brilliant beyond compare.
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Age 12 can we consider that
Dreaming, He spotted that hill?
A hill portending anything that
Could make His heart stand still?
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With abject terror considering the possibility
Of one day suffering on that hill for sinners such as we!
Then later on a hill-top high, His heart cries out for all
Who did not love God, over all, who could hear the call?
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To all sinners, “Come unto Me and I will give you rest!”
Many ways to travel through life. My way is the best!
“True promise of Heaven, I give to all who follow Me;
I am making it possible, as I die on a cross tree!”
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“I will become sin. I will take it all,
Since wages of sin is death.
You need not die, believe this truth,
A promise of heavenly breath!”
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The breath of Heaven, this alone
Can avail, since Adam’s fall.
As we have come short way, short of God’s Glory,
Surely applying to all!
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Delight! Be glad, for what we see
Beyond this veil of tears
A land of promise! That supersedes all
Conquering all our fears!
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the Sam, who—what am! 02.13.12
