MY failings held Him there on that cross.
I whipped Him repeatedly, until He almost bled out.
I made Him carry His own cross.
I betrayed Him.
I denied Him.
I failed Him.
I spit in His face.
I doubted Him.
I tested Him.
I crucified Him.
...yet He had the power to get down from that cross. He had the power, but He didn't use it. He let me crucify Him, so that I could be free. He died FOR me, not because of me. He could have stopped it at anytime, but He loved me enough to die so that I could live.
The least I could do is live for Him.
1 comment:
When I actually sit and really focus and think of What Jesus actually did for us in this world... it brings tears to my eyes and it should.. He died for all of us, and for each of us that means different things and impacts us each in our own way. It's very eye opening to think about it as You yourself like you did in this poem nailing Jesus to the cross, whipping him, cuz our sins did that to him... wow powerful stuff girl....
I don't think i've grasped yet in my small head how much he loves us to die for us... it's inconcieveable to me and that's why he's soo great. He gave us life and yea i like that part about the least we can do is live for him!
It's soo true, i realyl like this blog and those pics are cool.... i love you soo much
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