August 31, 2014
Out of the depths of his nightmare,
he wakens,
Only to find,
He was never asleep.
The lies from his childhood,
Passed down by his fathers,
Had ever so carefully,
Deadened his heart.
In its place, a pacemaker,
Of hell’s own design,
Kept up the appearance,
of being alive.
But God, in His mercy,
and grace beyond measure,
Saw fit to redeem him,
By sending His Son.
By the wounds of this Jesus,
Who bled unto death,
Does this dead man now waken,
To newness of life.
For death could not hold Him,
God’s only Begotten--
the Alpha, Omega,
Beginning and End.
Through Christ this man’s sins
have been cleansed by His blood,
And a heart made by God,
Strongly beats in his chest.
But on this side of glory,
There will ever be thorns,
To help him remember,
The crown that He bore.
Oh Lord, this man humbly
Relies on Your strength,
Rooting out every thought,
With the stench of hell’s breath.
Through Christ this man knows,
He can now do all things,
shining Life in the darkness,
for the unknowing dead.
#TheTruthJustIs
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