A mirror of agonizing love is what I see when I look at the cross. The
Lord Jesus is at once to me the most fragrant of lilies, and like the
velvet redness of His own blood, more beautiful than the purest red rose.
My heart experiences both love and grief as I think about the healing His
suffering as wrought in me.
It was man's sin that shackled the Almighty's hands,
While they jeered and spit in His face;
It was thorns that wrapped His head of glory
Leaving crimson stains of fragranced grace.
Thorns cut through to the bone of His brow
Sending drops of blood into the ground
As life ended there was forgiveness in His voice
Guiltless and blameless our Savior hung bound.
May your day not begin until you have first looked to see your Savior's
suffering. May the image of His love be written upon the tablet of your
heart throughout the entire day -- when evening comes, may you return
swiftly to the morning's first embrace.
Copyright © Randy Lane. www.lovechristnow.com
Jettie Hess is a Christian writer who attests to the fact that salvation lies not in the things we do, but in what God has done and will do through Christ.
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