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Come Down From the Cross While I was in the City of David, For the great Passover Feast, A great commotion in the streets erupted And as I looked out my window to see, Three men with crosses passed me by As the crowd thronged, laughed, and cursed Three lowly men condemned to die They had badly beaten the first
And as I watched, they crucified Each man upon a cross And the crowd began to scream and shout At this man whose life was lost “Come down from the cross!” they cried As in agony He lay “Come down from the cross!” they mocked As He hung His head to pray
As I listened, I realized My voice was screaming too “Come down from the cross!” I yelled “Come down! King of the Jews!” As I watched and screamed and mocked He slowly raised His head I saw the pain, the suffering; In my heart I felt the dread
As His eyes were locked with mine, His story I could see I tried to move, to pull away, But my gaze I couldn’t free I saw His birth, I saw the child, That grew up straight and tall I saw the love, the ministry Of the Lord who’d save us all
As His story was replayed Across the canvas of my mind, It was suddenly I realized, It is for me He’s dying “Come down from the cross!” I screamed again, This time as a plea “Come down from the cross!” I pleaded with Him “Please don’t die for me!”
“Come down from the cross!” I cried and begged As His story came to a close “Come down from the Cross!” I began to weep While His very life’s blood flowed “Shut up, you!” a soldier screamed Striking me a blow “Come down from the cross,” I sobbed once more “My Lord! Please don’t go!
“It is finished” I heard Him say As He breathed His last The veil had torn; the earth, it shook My Savior’s life had passed I collapsed in bitter tears Because I knew my sin Had slain the Lamb, the Son of God, Who’d come as a man
“Come down from the cross,” again I wept How could this really be? The Son of the Almighty God Should have to die for me? What could I say, what could I do? I’d seen it all take place I wept and thanked the Lord, above For His Amazing Grace
Behold the Bridegroom cometh! See Him in all His splendor and glory! Behold the Bride! Dressed in white, burning with the fires of purity, beautiful in her garments and beautifully adorned for her King and husband! As she emerges from her chambers, He beckons! Come to Me, My lovely! Come to Me My beloved! I have waited for you for so long. I have waited for you! I Am captivated by your beauty, My precious bride! Come to Me, Your Groom! Come. Let us bind together in covenant. Let the harps play. Let the minstrels play and sing of this time, this time of binding in love. She nervously approaches as her Lord and Groom beckons to her. She is surely not worthy of such a husband, such a ceremony. Yet again He beckons. Come, My lovely one! I await you. The music begins to play. The adoration on His face calms her fears, soothes her anxieties. This is her wedding day, and her Groom is glorious! As the music plays she becomes lost in the eyes of her one true love. She is so overwhelmed by the love shining in His eyes that she nearly swoons. This IS her wedding day! This IS her Groom! Her King of Kings and Lord of Lords beckons again. “Come, My precious Bride!” She floats almost as if she were walking on air. He embraces her as she melts into His arms. Yes, this is her wedding day; the day that she has envisioned for so long. This is the day that she becomes the Bride!
I Come to the Altar
ReplyDeleteI come to the altar
I come upon my knees
Thanksgiving in my heart, oh Lord
My Savior for to see
I come to the altar
A sacrifice of praise
To offer up to You, oh Lord
To worship all my days
I come to the altar
Before the Throne of Grace
I come to the altar
Lord to seek Your face
I come to the altar
To worship at your feet
I seek only You, oh Lord
Your precious face to see
I come to the altar
To leave myself behind
And leave a man transformed, oh Lord
Your life and love to find
I come to the altar
To kneel before the Throne
To worship at Your feet, oh Lord
To be with You, alone
I come to the altar
A journey to find grace
And lay aside my flesh, oh Lord
For the glory of Your face
I come to the altar
Lord to be redeemed
Free me of my flesh, oh Lord
Come to dwell in me
Come Down From the Cross
ReplyDeleteWhile I was in the City of David,
For the great Passover Feast,
A great commotion in the streets erupted
And as I looked out my window to see,
Three men with crosses passed me by
As the crowd thronged, laughed, and cursed
Three lowly men condemned to die
They had badly beaten the first
And as I watched, they crucified
Each man upon a cross
And the crowd began to scream and shout
At this man whose life was lost
“Come down from the cross!” they cried
As in agony He lay
“Come down from the cross!” they mocked
As He hung His head to pray
As I listened, I realized
My voice was screaming too
“Come down from the cross!” I yelled
“Come down! King of the Jews!”
As I watched and screamed and mocked
He slowly raised His head
I saw the pain, the suffering;
In my heart I felt the dread
As His eyes were locked with mine,
His story I could see
I tried to move, to pull away,
But my gaze I couldn’t free
I saw His birth, I saw the child,
That grew up straight and tall
I saw the love, the ministry
Of the Lord who’d save us all
As His story was replayed
Across the canvas of my mind,
It was suddenly I realized,
It is for me He’s dying
“Come down from the cross!” I screamed again,
This time as a plea
“Come down from the cross!” I pleaded with Him
“Please don’t die for me!”
“Come down from the cross!” I cried and begged
As His story came to a close
“Come down from the Cross!” I began to weep
While His very life’s blood flowed
“Shut up, you!” a soldier screamed
Striking me a blow
“Come down from the cross,” I sobbed once more
“My Lord! Please don’t go!
“It is finished” I heard Him say
As He breathed His last
The veil had torn; the earth, it shook
My Savior’s life had passed
I collapsed in bitter tears
Because I knew my sin
Had slain the Lamb, the Son of God,
Who’d come as a man
“Come down from the cross,” again I wept
How could this really be?
The Son of the Almighty God
Should have to die for me?
What could I say, what could I do?
I’d seen it all take place
I wept and thanked the Lord, above
For His Amazing Grace
The Bride
ReplyDeleteBehold the Bridegroom cometh! See Him in all His splendor and glory!
Behold the Bride! Dressed in white, burning with the fires of purity, beautiful in her garments and beautifully adorned for her King and husband!
As she emerges from her chambers, He beckons! Come to Me, My lovely! Come to Me My beloved! I have waited for you for so long. I have waited for you! I Am captivated by your beauty, My precious bride! Come to Me, Your Groom! Come. Let us bind together in covenant. Let the harps play. Let the minstrels play and sing of this time, this time of binding in love.
She nervously approaches as her Lord and Groom beckons to her. She is surely not worthy of such a husband, such a ceremony. Yet again He beckons. Come, My lovely one! I await you. The music begins to play. The adoration on His face calms her fears, soothes her anxieties. This is her wedding day, and her Groom is glorious!
As the music plays she becomes lost in the eyes of her one true love. She is so overwhelmed by the love shining in His eyes that she nearly swoons. This IS her wedding day! This IS her Groom!
Her King of Kings and Lord of Lords beckons again. “Come, My precious Bride!” She floats almost as if she were walking on air. He embraces her as she melts into His arms. Yes, this is her wedding day; the day that she has envisioned for so long. This is the day that she becomes the Bride!
Return of the Prodigal
ReplyDeleteOh Lord God, please hear my prayer,
As I approach on bended knee
I am the prodigal, who has returned,
Dirty, defiled, and unworthy
For many years I’ve walked the path
Of a sinner blind to grace
And even though I knew You once,
I’ve hidden from Your face
But now I come to the throne,
A bent and broken man
And after wasting my whole life,
Will You take me as I am?
See me now; hear my cry
As I approach with shame
Unworthy to be called Your Son,
To be called by Your name
But You tell me, “Come, My Son,”
I feel Your love and grace
As I approach the Mercy Seat
With tears upon my face
Your love washes over me
I feel it cleanse my soul
And You smile with open arms,
“My child, welcome home”
The things I’ve said, the things I’ve done,
All melt in to the past
Your love and grace are warmth to me
Finally, home at last
Friend Lost
ReplyDeleteOnce I was blessed
I had a friend
Caring and loving
Soft and warm
Full of Life
Full of Joy
But life happened
I sit bewildered
I can’t recall
Exactly how
Exactly when
Things changed
Soft caring words
Became daggers
Harsh and hurtful
Full of judgment
Sharp, Venomous,
Disappointment Expressed
Eyes full of peace
Deep pools of love
Are pits of hatred
Sizing me up
Finding only weakness
Rage on Display
Lips that spoke soothing love
Spitting poison
Laughing at pain
They produced
Curled to sneer
Pouncing, destroying me
Arms soft and inviting
Grown hard
No longer welcoming
Push me away
Love’s embrace
Painfully absent
Offences retained
Grudges held
Forgiveness absent
Mercy restrained
Grace missing
Love grown cold
I collapse in pain
She laughs
I have lost what was dear
I look around in a haze
Desperately searching
But I can’t find my friend