My knowledge and acceptance of this truth saves me everytime I plummet into dicouragement, depression, or fear.
died a man, a hero.
He was not like any other.
Divinely born of a Virgin Mother
yet He took the way of man
living in a time and land
that would show he was the One
to save the world, God's only Son.
Hung bloody and beaten upon that cross
was God's Victory and Satan's Loss.
For mankind's sins died with His death
Hell's price was paid with His last breath.
Three days of mourning became jubilee
When He arose and set me free!
Now within my heart He lives
and His love He gives and gives and gives.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2009-04-10 at 17:44
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On A Friday Long Ago
On a Friday long agodied a man, a hero.
He was not like any other.
Divinely born of a Virgin Mother
yet He took the way of man
living in a time and land
that would show he was the One
to save the world, God's only Son.
Hung bloody and beaten upon that cross
was God's Victory and Satan's Loss.
For mankind's sins died with His death
Hell's price was paid with His last breath.
Three days of mourning became jubilee
When He arose and set me free!
Now within my heart He lives
and His love He gives and gives and gives.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
Read 510 times
Written on 2009-04-10 at 17:44
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