A Roman-sealed stone could not hold Him.
God unwrapped in Jesus.
Grave clothes shed.
Death defied.
Prison break.
Freed to free.
Forever fourth day.
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Plummeted in darkness.
Possessed by my possessions.
I follow phantom gods.
Arms outstretched, He calls my name.
Nails mend shredded heart.
He rolls away the stones.
And in the middle of my midnight, He whispers, “This way. Follow me.”
Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting? ~I Corinthians 15:55 (NIV)
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And calls He still “come follow Me”
I pray we never grow deaf to that call.
love this
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I echo that prayer.
“in the middle of my midnight” … what an evocative line
That middle–the end of the ending and beginning of the beginning.
Hi Sandy -
Yes! I’ve heard that call often in the middle of my own midnight seasons.
Blessings,
Susan
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Sometimes that’s when we hear the best.
This is beautiful Sandra.
And the photo is exquisite.
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Thank you, friend.
God unwrapped in Jesus.
LOVE that!
‘phantom gods,’ indeed….oh Lord – give me ears to hear your call that I might indeed be ‘freed to free.’ Thank you – again. And again.
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Eyes and ears. Free indeed.
I love, “God wrapped in Jesus” and “forever fourth day…”
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Thanks. He came to show us the Father.
oh my goodness.
this is beautiful.
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Thanks so much, Emily. You bless me.
Oh wow Sandra — beautiful poetry. And that picture — my, my! Love the light inside the lily.
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Thanks, Michelle. I’m having so much fun with my “big girl” camera. It always surprises me.
Stirring verse, Sandra! Thank you. I love this.
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