When your alone and blue, nothing to do. Turn your radio on
and
Listen to the good old Gospel news. Jesus is coming! Think
about how he died for you and I. With his hands nailed down.
Picture him there with the sun shining on him. So hot, with
nothing to drink. He was given vingar and gall. How mean and
selfish. He was mocked, yelled at, cursed, and spit on to. Was
even beat on the head.
There was a sign that read, "This is Jesus, King of the Jews.
How do you think his "mother" must have felt. To see her
precious son nailed there for all to see. She stood there, I bet
with tears running down her face. Looking at his sweet face.
thinking about him. She was so proud as any mother would be.
To know her son "died" to save us from our sins.
He didn't turn away or try to run, the way, men does today.
He finished it. Like the man he was.
Now think of man today. Is there one today, who would lay his
life down for us. No not one.
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