My mind’s quest, a journey through oblivion, into the mists of time, searching, groping with spiritual hand to clasp just a bit of the cross.
The closer I come the more I feel suffering as the cross vibrates with the pulse of One tormented there, yet as I lay hold of the cross I find the strength to forebear.
I look up, and hanging there see the face of my saviour.
The treasure of love beyond words, the glory of the resurrection, eternal happiness, all first passed this way at the foot of the cross.
"For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him." 1 Thess 4:14
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