MY SIN

The price was paid so long ago,

Christ took the death for you!

Cruel death of the cross we contrived,

Just what else could He do?

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Death for sins, all anticipated

Ever since man’s beginning,

In that fullness of times, deliberate!

His death for you containing!

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This substitution had to take place!

Sure His love for sinful man!

“Wages of sin is death!”  The exchange, this

Only God can!

Such substitution has to be accomplished

God’s love for sinful man!

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The repetition sure for effect!

Can such expression be

Ever vibrant enough to

Capture His love for me?

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This accomplishment, price paid in full.

What further could be done?

Son of God, yes, man’s Creator,

To die for everyone!

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“Wages of sin, sure, death!”  All have sinned!

Fallen way short of projection.

God’s projection for all men, in sin

Lost, torn from protection!

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Only God, a God’s protection hand (love),

Could make Him deny

His holiness, so spotlessly pure

To this though, we comply.

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The thought of assuming all men’s sins

Dying in sin for us.

Who never knew sin, spotless Lamb of

God!  And we from the dust!

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“Dust to dust,”  of all mankind said,

But of the body alone

Imperishable the soul lives on

Always with Christ who  atones!

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Me

“GOD SO LOVED…” ISAIAH 9:6

“Lion of the tribe Judah”, “Bright and morning Star”

“His name shall be called, Mighty God…”  Ever near, yet far.

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“Wonderful, Counselor, The blessed Prince of Peace.”

“…The increase of His government…It will never cease…”

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“For unto us a Child is born,” Miraculous. “Son is given.”

This Son will be nailed to a cross, hands and feet nails driven!

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This Son is nailed for our sins, upon a criminal cross!

This Son of God, God Himself!  Why should He suffer loss?

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He took that cross for our sins.  He took my place up there!

The Sinless One assumed my loss, that no one else could bear!

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Jesus, the only sinless man.”  No other man could show

Sinlessness to any degree.  Why God came below!

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But before Christ came, a spotless Lamb, was sins sacrifice!

This lamb, this sinner presented, for it was sin’s price!

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So “Behold, the Lamb of God,” John cried, “He who takes my sin.”

Only He can do it.  Receive Him!  Let Him enter in!

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Just  what did He do, our Sacrifice?  He assumed all our shame.

He “became sin” and died there this is why He came!

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Then I see Him, in the tomb.  Third day contemplating that death!

Those nails that has held Him there, drew a shuddering breath!

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Why this torturous, hideous death?  Remember “Wages of sin…”

He took that death that we may find pure cleansing within!

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All that we need, ‘Confess our sins’ to His forgiveness find!

The “Wages of sin is death!”  I choose life!  Now I have peace of mind!

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God SO loved the world that He gave… and I accept!

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Sam Cox 10.08.09

VERY GOD, VERY MAN

I slept last night where Jesus slept,

My back against the wall.

Humanity passed by all night

I could not sleep at all!

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Disciples slept the sound of sleep

Hung heavy in the air.

The pressures of the day recalled

The need for slumber there.

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But Jesus does He not convey

A superhuman need?

A driving force He cannot shrug

To banish sin and greed?

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He is very old obeying thus

The need to sacrifice

Himself upon a cross of shame

To banish sin and vice.

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He is Very Man in weakness shown

Cries out!  In His despair

“Why must I drink this cup of sin?”

Let Satan take the dare!

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“You are the spotless Lamb of God

Not one is without sin.

As sinless You must take man’s sin

To death without, within.”

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As Very God and Very Man

The Father “hid His face,”

From sin the substitute His Son

Demonstrating thus His Grace.

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So by His Grace alone we are saved (*)

Not works!  He did it all!

As Very Man sins sacrifice

On Very God we call!

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(*) Ephesians 2:8-9

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Sam Cox 04.10.04

AND CAN IT BE

That I should escape the torments of Hell

For everlastingly?

He died for me, spotless Lamb of God!

That I in sin should go free!

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Forbid it Lord that I should ever boast,

Saved in my Redeemer’s shed blood!

My works presuming to be so good!

Not as good as they should!

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My God embodied in pure tenderness!

And can it be that He can see everyone

At a single glance for all of time?

His pure existence amazes me!

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Can it be that He knew that He would die?

For all!  And the mode of death!

Omniscience His foreknowledge (knows all things!)

Not we breathing, breathing breath!

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How can all this be?  So then, how can it not?

Knowing we would sin and live in it!

Beginning of time, He died on that cross!

His life dying bit by bit!

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Then can we imagine His suffering ever?

From the beginning of  always?

And the sweet relief after, ‘It is finished’ *

Yes, relieved, rest of His days!

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Now more believable than ever before

Man of Sorrows, oh, what a name.

For this Son of God!  Yes!  God Himself!

Crucified!  LIVES, yes, the same!

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* His final cry triumphant!  From the cross!

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the Sam, (dateless) and forevermore