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

MOTHER, FATHER, EARTH

Mother Earth lures me, draws me but not to herself

To her Creator!

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Not incredibly I am drawn by the one true thought

To one true mother!

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Mary, though a virgin, through mortal pain mothered

The Man, Christ Jesus.

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Distinctive as a Man and sinless as true God

He came to free us!

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A mystery?  True!  Look about, what is not mysterious?

Can you name one tree,

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One flower, one animal, one fossil, one insect,

One star, or one galaxy?

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That is not surrounded by mystery?  Then how about

One you and one me?

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I cannot boast a clone nor can you, nor do I care

For another one,

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Of me to dredge the depths, or scale the heights, or even

Dream of things I have done!

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But for the consummative, the unthinkable,

See this mystery:

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The Kings of Kings, The Lords of Lords!  Designer!  Creator!

One who died for me!

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Oh God, I thank You!

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Most sincerely,

Sam Cox 05.13.03

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

WAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE

He came a baby, how old was He

When He knew He was to die?

Before He even turned forty

In a borrowed tomb would lie!

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What brutal rage possessed the ‘religious,’

Those who put Him in that tomb?

But first let us consider His growing days,

That lowly barn, from Mary’s womb.

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Was Mary aware this special child

Was desired truly for the cross?

I think so.  An angel had foretold

The hint was there of loss!

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But the growing tine there had to be

Something to identify

His morality with the other kids,

Did He ever scarf on pie?

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Did He ever show mom a shiner?

Or a bloody nose from play?

I am sure with His human nature

He limped home many a day!

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Was humility hard for Mary?

When shepherds unannounced

Came blabbering in about angels,

They were not put out or denounced!

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They bowed and worshipped the Child!

Wise men, Kings, from great distances

Worshipped the meek and the mild.

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Do you worship Him as the Savior?

He was God!  Always will be!

Interceding for all us sinners

In heaven someday we will see!

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Considering all the miracles

That ushered in this special time

I think Christmas, universal,

Through growth reveals the sublime.

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Sam Cox 12.05

THE ONLY SINLESS ONE

I was far from God, myself, but He always stayed close to me.

I know it now but way back then it just did not seem to be.

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Though I often wondered why men around me dropped like flies

While each and every skirmish found me fit.  Sure, I wondered why!

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Close calls many, many and often enough so I could see,

Now I see it so much later that God had His Hand on me!

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But the others, way too many, killed or wounded, did God care?

Screaming, dying!  But crucifixion!  Now just ask me, did He share?

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Yes, He suffered, agonizing!  Cannot you sense the pain He bore?

Writhing!  Yes, a slow death, dying!  Look, now see the nails that tore!

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Crown of thorns they pressed down on Him, hid His face with bloody gore!

Mary, weeping, cries out weakly in her anguish, “Please, no more!”

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Jesus, gasping, joins together, “Mother, Son,” they loved the most!

Then as if to cease her torture breathes His last, gave up the ghost!

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For me!  Yes, for me He suffered!  Must I share His agony?

To a bloody pulp they lashed Him.  Then they hung Him on that tree!

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Lost a lot of weight in combat, suffered some, but you do, too!

Cannot compare with His grim anguish which He bore for me and you.

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Sure we think we suffer torment for our own sins!  Yes, it is true!

But sinless, He, our tortured Savior, what He suffered very few—

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Could ever experience!  For such love we cannot know.

Unless we, for sins of others, willingly to our death go.

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He alone is sinless!  He alone could qualify!

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S H Cox 11.148.05

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

GHOSTLY

A furtive watchfulness as she slowly descended

The black depths, like a malevolence,

But willing the horror fast away she

Replaced it with at least a semblance.

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Of the true reality, the pure thought lost presence,

That has filled her heart with wholeness

And the wholesome freedom from that dreaded fear

Rendering her dread done, meaningless!

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Still somewhat fearful but without trepidation

Remembering His pre-promised prediction

To see her again, but that could never be!

Dismissed the thought as pure wishful thinking.

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So less fearful now, she felt her way forward!

Without candle so needing to place

Her hand on the damp wall that led to the chamber,

Then suddenly in shocked surprise a shining face.

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Her hand went to her mouth in pure terror

A ghostly figure sat upon a stone.

While a cocoon-like shroud deflated slowly

A figure, in white, sat there alone!

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The face, in glowing whiteness, then slowly turned,

Like waking from a deep sleep candidly,

His gaze met hers and without surprise

Smiled and greeted her by name, Mary!

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Sam Cox 6.15.05