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

THREE CROSSES

Sleepless no, not Seattle.  Placenta, I believe.

Thoughts intruding through the night, what I receive

Three crosses on a hill.  What else there?

On one cross, criminal!  What to compare?

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Cursing his plight; as he did all his life!

Mean thief and killer.  A real life of strife.

All he knew was to steel and to kill.

Cursing his vile life there on a hill!

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Center cross, a different story is told.

People yelled, “Crucify!”  Sure, He had been bold

To heal the sick, forgive sinners, raise the dead!

“God alone forgives sins!”  Priests truly said–

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“This man claims ‘Godhood’, crucify this man!”

We know God in Heaven forgives!  Only God can!

Impostor!  Blasphemer claiming to be God!

Sure, performs many tricks hucksters can do more!

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Calvary crucified!  The end of His tricks!

So now if He is able to escape this fix?

A borrowed tomb, many friends mourned as they buried,

Soldiers guarded, later the Mary’s.

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Remaining cross tells a different story.

“I had to do it!  See, he tried to kill me.”

“When You come into your Kingdom, Remember me.”

Suffering Christ heard!  Through pain, gritting teeth–

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“This day, in Paradise!”  You hear this now,

With Me you are forgiven as I truly declare

Kingdom or Heaven!   Everlastingly we will share!

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the Sam  01.12.12

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

RABBONI

Two Mary’s ascended a hillside to give,

Out of gratitude and love,

Or maybe they really expected to see

That Christ had ascended above!

 

 

Their love, though imperfect and causing their doubt,

Could not dissuade what they felt.

Their love drew them forward but sadness prevailed,

Still far from the tomb they knelt.

 

 

“He promised…” “I know…” “But we shall see.”

The stone was rolled back, they saw.

Still doubts prevailed, they could not believe,

They ran wrong conclusions to draw!

 

 

Conclusions? Yes, wrong! “They have stolen Him.”

“They have taken him away.”

One ran to tell others what they had found,

The other wept there and stayed!

 

 

Someone, a stranger? “Who called my name?”

Her vision blurred from her tears.

She saw the scar of the nail, His hand,

“Rabboni!” Forgotten all her fears!

 

 

Sam Cox 4.14.05

ETERNAL DREAD

I love, I truly love Him,

Look what He has done for me,

Gave himself, one horrific death!

On mindless Calvary!

 

 

Can ever tongue or pen express

The torture, the pain…

Full knowledge!  Dying every day,

Before ever slain.

 

 

Of course, a carpenter!

Nails that were driven

Painfully through hands and feet!

Flesh tortured riven!

 

 

Every nail He drove through wood,

How could He help but think

Of His own flesh quivering!

His sanity, the brink!

 

 

He will try not to think, consider

Joyous home above!

Father Son relationship

Bathed in wondrous love!

 

 

Then many times we have suffered

The pain comes to mind

The moments borne comparative

But for just a short time!

 

 

Some pains that I have suffered,

In training, the jumps!

All seven parachuting

The landings, the bumps!

 

 

Then consider combat!

Hideous memories of war!

Of course, some shuddering thinking of

No joy in lead that tore!

 

 

Did Jesus then sense relief

After all was done?

Eternity considered through

Final victory won!

 

 

Torture!  All pain ended!

Now, can you not see?

From His death (tomb) risen!

Final victory!

 

 

Provisions made, price is paid!

Cannot we now accept?

His gracious invitation?

To Heaven?  Do not reject!

 

 

Eternal suffering ended!

From eternities dawn!

“Lord Jesus, you can breathe now.”

My future rests upon!

 

 

Sam Cox 01.15.09

PRICE IS PAID, HE IS RISEN

How can tongue or pen express

The torture, the pain,

Full knowledge, dying everyday

Before ever slain!

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Of course, He grew, a carpenter,

Nails that were driven

Painfully through hands and feet,

Flesh, tortured, driven!

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Every nail he drove through wood

Could He help but think,

Of His own flesh, shuddering

His sanity to the brink?

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Try not to think, consider

Joyous Home above!

Father, son relationship

Bathed in wondrous love!

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Then the many times we have suffered

Our own pain comes to mind!

The moments born comparative,

But just a short time!

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Some pains that we have suffered,

In training the jumps!

All seven parachuting!

The landings, the bumps!

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Then consider combat, hideous

Memories of war!

Of course, we shudder thinking of

No joy in lead that tore!

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Did Jesus then sense freedom

After it was done?

Eternity, considering

Final victory won!

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Torture, all pain ended!

Now, cannot you see

From His death, tomb, risen!

Final victory!

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Provision made!  Price is paid!

Cannot we accept?

His gracious invitation?

To heaven?  Do not reject!

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Eternal suffering is over

From life’s very dawn!

Lord Jesus, you can breathe now!

My future rests upon!

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Sam Cox 04.09