Tell me the story of Jesus. Tell of the cross where they nailed Him, writhing in anguish and pain. Tell of the grave where they laid Him. Tell how He liveth again. Love in story so tender, clearer than ever I see! Glory! Lord, may I always remember love paid the ransom for me. Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart every word, sweetest that ever was heard.
There is comfort only in one place as evil and tragedy unfold, when darkness seems so strong At the bottom of the cross! All who loved Him could not imagine what good could come out of this cruel, unmerciful death.
But He arose to walk the earth again. God brought about the greatest miracle the world has ever seen, and showed us that leaving this body is not the end, but the beginning. Great light shines bright in darkness. O Love of God, you walk the earth still in us. Let that be our comfort. Let us rejoice that we can know the intimacy of sharing in Your suffering as You share in ours. Let us know the comfort of Hebrews 13:5 and Psalms 91:1, John 17.
He giveth more Grace. His love has no limit. His grace has no measure., His power has no boundary known unto men; for out of His infinite riches in Jesus, He giveth and giveth and giveth again. God bless us everyone!
In His love, a work in progress.
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