He Is Risen Indeed.

 

But He was pierced  for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed. We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.

Isaiah 53:5-6

Shilly Sheep.

Truly, I am a sheep.

I have strayed so very far

in so little time.

 

Thank You, sweet Shepherd

for caring enough

to come find me

and bring me home.

 

I always feel

the weight of my guilt

so acutely at first

 

But soon enough,

You absorb my shame.

 

And all I feel then

is this overwhelming love for You.

 

I am found. I am home. I am clean. 

 

I don’t know why You do this for me, but…

thank You.

 

 

 

 

Psalm 34:22

-TheTwenty2-

friendship.

 

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

Curl Up And Die

“Curl Up and Die” By the one and only Relient K

 

 

Come Thou Fount

I had the privilege of attending this acoustic House of Heroes concert last July. It was fabulous (and the whole thing is on youtube…. so check it out) :D

They closed the concert with the hymn above. It was a beautiful experience and is a sweet memory of mine. I wanted to share it with you.

Prone to wander ~ Lord, I feel it!

Prone to leave the God I love.

Here’s my heart, Lord

Take and seal it~

Seal it for Thy courts above

Dancing

Dancing, quite simply, is fun.

It’s a joy; it’s completely agreeable.

What more can I say?

What more needs be said?

 

 ( BroadwayOnTheDriveway )

I Am The Worst

Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners–of whom I am the worst.

1 Timothy 1:15

 

Far From Home

“Far From Home” by The Classic Crime… Great song.

___
All I have is words
To which I’m a slave
I scribble them down,
hoping they’ll save me,
but I’m lost
I’m so lost

These pages will burn
and I’ll pass away
Yesterday’s gone
and I just can’t shake
the fact that I’m lost
I’m so lost
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But Then The Matches Burned My Hands…

A Poem By Rachel Joy Scott:

You said “that’s bad”
I said “so what”
You said “he lies”
I said “he’s fun”
You said “please stop”
I said “shut up”
You said “I love you”
I said “not now”
But then the matches
Burned my hands,
And he was not there
To care for me.
He left me in the dark alone,
But I was not alone.
You said “I love you.”
I said “Why”
You said, “Because I made you.”