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12/22/2014    A reflection of Christ’s sacrifice from Phil. 2:5-11
(kenosis), Heb. 4:16

  brought these thoughts to my heart, as I began to write praise &
thanks to The Lord.



Lord Jesus, so much You surrendered to die for me,

So in my surrender I can truly be free!

Free of a sin debt I could never pay;

All because You came, the babe laid on the hay.



You grew in favor with God and man,

Until the Words that You spoke about Your Father’s Plan

Riled the religious aristocracy to indignant rage;

They had only one option: to set the stage:

Death to the blasphemer who claimed Himself King!

This surely was no small thing!

The King, not recognized, bowed His Knee;

Persecuted, suffering, He died for you and me.



But the grave could not contain;

HE rose to life to REMAIN!

Our Intercessor, High Priest FOREVER, He hears our every groan,

Knowing well our issues; for once they were His Own.

So boldly, we come to His Throne of Grace,

Seeking mercy & grace as we seek His Face.

Thank you Lord Jesus for Hearing my prayer, my praise

Until I will be in Your Presence, carefree, all of my days!



Happy Birthday!  Lord Jesus

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12/22/2014    A reflection of Christ’s sacrifice from Phil. 2:5-11
(kenosis), Heb. 4:16

brought these thoughts to my heart, as I began to write praise &
thanks to The Lord.



Lord Jesus, so much You surrendered to die for me,

So in my surrender I can truly be free!

Free of a sin debt I could never pay;

All because You came, the babe laid on the hay.



You grew in favor with God and man,

Until the Words that You spoke about Your Father’s Plan

Riled the religious aristocracy to indignant rage;

They had only one option: to set the stage:

Death to the blasphemer who claimed Himself King!

This surely was no small thing!

The King, not recognized, bowed His Knee;

Persecuted, suffering, He died for you and me.



But the grave could not contain;

HE rose to life to REMAIN!

Our Intercessor, High Priest FOREVER, He hears our every groan,

Knowing well our issues; for once they were His Own.

So boldly, we come to His Throne of Grace,

Seeking mercy & grace as we seek His Face.

Thank you Lord Jesus for Hearing my prayer, my praise

Until I will be in Your Presence, carefree, all of my days!



Happy Birthday!  Lord Jesus
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CHRISTMAS POEM WRITTEN
BY MY DEAR FRIEND AND
SPIRITUAL MENTOR MRS.
PHYLLIS SHEW WHO LIVES
HERE IN CHARLOTTE
....SIMPLY TOO GOOD NOT
TO SHARE!    I COULDN'T
GET WRITTEN PERMISSION
TO USE THIS ON THE PORCH
BUT I'M PRAYING SHE
WON'T MIND!!   THANKS TO
YOU PHYLLIS !!
love dusty
phyllis & I on the REAL front
porch a year ago!!