Thats. My. King!
His hands and feet crushed and nailed to the cross,
Stretching his arms from hell to heaven for us to get across.
His head thrusted by a thousand thorns,
Only desiring us to be his newborns.
His skin ripped and torn apart,
Does this not break your heart?
His blood dripping down every inch of his body and face,
Now can you feel his undying grace?
Now can you see that he took our place?
Now can you hear his voice?
Calling out, "Come to me, it's your choice."
Now can you feel your heart ache?
That Jesus died for our sake,
To take us away from the venomous snake
And for us not to be dead and asleep, but alive and awake.
Now can you feel his compassionate love?
Ladies, is not Jesus better than the prince charming you've always dreamt of?
So boys, stop calling yourself a man when really your not,
I can tell you Jesus is better than anything you've got.
So boys, stop putting your satisfaction in women, or money
Like Moses, God promises you much greater things,
Just like the land flowing with milk and honey.
And girls, stop desiring attention or a boyfriend,
You told me that all he wants is to be in your bed on the weekend.
Now can you see that Jesus is greater and better than these?
Just run to him and he will cure every scar and disease.
We rejected him, but he accepted us.
We hated him, but he loved us.
We flogged him, but he healed us.
We killed him, but he saved us.
Thats. My. King!
Is he yours?
01/04/2013
