Sacrifice
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Without cost the morning comes,laying gold upon the lake,asking nothing for its light. Without cost the sparrow sings,spilling music through the air,unaware of any debt. So too the gifts that shaped my life—a hand that lifted,a word that healed,a mercy I did not earn. What was freely placed within my heartwas never mine to keep.… Read more
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Obedience is freedom. The soul bows,and in its bendingfinds release. The law is love,not written to bind,but to lead usinto the heart of God. Love is sacrifice. It empties itselfwithout counting the cost,and calls that lossjoy. Forgiveness is not optional. Mercy is the pathwe are asked to walk,againand again. Give. The open handis the only… Read more
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Why have You forsaken me, Lord, why so far from meWhy have You forsaken me, Lord, why so far from meI cry till my throat is empty, still no answer comes to me How long, LordHow long Still I’m holding onStill I’m holding on They cast their lots for my clothes, they play their gameThey… Read more
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There is no condemnation.Not for me,not anymore.The chains have fallen,the verdict stands.Christ has borne it all. The Spirit breathes in me now,not the weight of law,but the wind of life.What the flesh could not carry,grace has lifted.What sin had brokenand love takes its place. I am no longer debtorto the old ways of death.I am… Read more
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I built a throne of words and willChiseled from dreams I dared to nameA kingdom rising, breath by breathUntil the mirror looked the same But in the hush a whisper cameNot thunder not a sky ablazeJust simple truth to truly liveIs not to shine but give way He must increaseThe stars that burn are not… Read more
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He isbreath of life,the stillness in which the voice of Godspoke light into being.He walked in Eden’s hush,not as echo or wind,but as Presence. He isthe fire that burned without consuming,the whisper Moses could not name.He etched commandments into stone,and in the fullness of timeoffered His hands to be pierced by them. He isthe thunder… Read more
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Not the thorn,twisted cruelly into brow,nor the lash,ripping skin from bone,nor the jeering mouths,spitting scorn at Love Incarnate. Not the timber’s weight,splitting the shoulders of Innocence,nor the hammer’s pounding,sealing wrists to splintered wood,nor the blood, thickening the earth,unrecognized by the ones it would ransom. The good is deeper and more powerful,buried beneath agony,seeded in sorrow.… Read more
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The Fourteenth Station, Jesus is laid in the Tomb The stone is rolled, and silence reigns,a hush of grief, a weight of pain.The hands that healed, the feet that walked,now still—no breath, no voice to talk. The ones who loved, who stood, who wept,press trembling hands where He once stepped.A mother’s touch, a mourner’s sigh,a… Read more
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The Thirteenth Station, Jesus is taken down from the Cross A Mother’s Shared Sacrifice The sky exhales its final grief,the earth is still, holding its breath.All is finished. His Mother, Mary, kneels beneath the weightof a silence too vast for words.She does not wail,her sorrow is deeper than sound,a sea of aching lovecradling the broken… Read more
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The Twelfth Station, Jesus Dies the Cross A Deathly Sacrifice The sky bruises, the earth quakes,as Love hangs suspendedbetween heaven and dust. Hands that shaped galaxies,now curled in agony,held fast by iron and our rebellion.Lips that called forth lightnow whisper a final word,“It is finished.” The sun averts its gaze,the temple veil shudders and tears,a… Read more
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