We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Though beaten, cruel, and crucified, the Lord of Glory lives. His body did not the cross survive, but the tomb no excuse could give. The cost was paid on the skullish hill, that Friday afternoon. "It is finished." Purpose all fulfilled, now He is coming soon. That Sabbath day His Body laid, His Spirit served the Lord. The keys of Death and Hell now paid, held firmly by The Word. The first weekday was the third day hence. No devil now could touch, no more pain could make His body wince, His Victory so much. He woke up by His Own Great Strength at Sunday morning's dawn. His friends and foes would know at length the pain of Death was gone. The disciples soon found an empty tomb. The lass, "Rabboni" found. Each man confused, a mystery loomed, until His sweetness abounds. They walked with Him for forty days, until He stepped toward Home. Their new strength came by Jesus raised. His Spirit brought them Hope. Now, Secret Christmas' greatest Gift, Salvation from Above. We serve The One, Who our hearts lift in purity and love. by Jay O’Toole on April 8th, 2023 |