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19. The Joy Set Before Me

Imagine, form the Lord's point of view on the cross......

Gazes look and mock, but all my eyes see is souls before me. All the pains form the beginning until the end are set upon me; they are heavy, extremely heavy. My flesh is torn apart, every bone out of place as I lay stretched on this cross. None can see me for Who I Am, none can understand what I am doing for them. I look toward the skyand see the dawn of a new day. My eyes might be bloody and weak in sight, but I see My Love dressed in white – she is so beautiful to me! She reminds me of my mother, so lovely and devoted. My eyes rejoice at the sight of her, my heart is comforted to endure a little bit more, for just a little while longer and I will have her as my own. Who can take her away from me? I am here doing this for her and every knee shall bow, unable to steal her away from me.

     "Father, I rejoice at your plan and grace, eventhough my heart is crushed and my bones are overwhelmed. You are beautiful in your rescue plan. I praise you for Your Merciful Hand!" 

I look down and see my beloveds beholding me in sorrow, their hearts and souls pierced to the core.

At least, they do see me.

Many sorrows I carry; every sickness and every devil have come to taunt me in my bed of death, yet I count My tiny precious ones with my every breath. Just a while more and I will have them coming to my heart! My eyes weep, my bones tremble, my strength is leaving me with every drop of blood that escapes. My head seems like it has been hit with a thousand lightning bolts at once. How can I express this pain I bear? Every muscle goes limp, limited and weakened even as a tiny breeze passes by me. Both Heaven and Earth seems so far away. Who can comfort me in this deep anguish? Nothing except the joy set before me, my beloved, my bride in white.

Father, Son and Spirit nailed on a cross for all to see. What greater love can one show but by laying down his life for a friend?

Time has come.

With every breath left, I shout for my God. The hour has arrived for me to go and get My Bride from the deep.

For the joy set before me...

Angels sing above, the eyes of my loved ones in the future look back to me.

...I endured it till the end.

All of you who are weary and heavy laden, come to me and I will set you free. All of you who weep and mourn, come close to me and I will comfort your soul. I saw you when I was in the garden; I know your soul. I have seen your struggles and I have taken all on me so you could be at ease near me.

The finger that pointed at you as guilt of your sins. It is not pointing at you; it is pointing at me! I have placed myself between you and that finger. Accept me freely for I freely came to rescue you from your misery.

Take my hand and walk with me. We will walk near peaceful streams –crestline and beautiful to see. I will take you through mountains of grace, through valleys of holy passionate love. You will bloom as a rose in My Garden, without thorns. I am the light and warmth that you need to bloom fully form the depths. You are my friend and I long to have you with me for eternity.