bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Sunday, April 9
sometimes it seems as if He dying on the cross to show me His love, is not enough for Him.
the cross is enough, it is more than enough.
You blow my mind with Your extravagance and unfailing love.
how sinful, how unbecoming of me, to belittle Your character by judging You against man to the point that i sometimes conclude that You can't love me or anyone in this world.
You love unconditionally.
gosh we dont even need reasons to hate people, yet our standards to love others are awfully high.
i'm sorry.
the cross.
intersection between love and just
not a compromise, not plan B.
the horizontal, Your love extends forever, it never ends.
the vertical, Your righteousness and integrity never bends.
grace and suffering meet.
because of three nails and an empty grave.
in heaven, right beside You is my seat.
i'm not worthy.
but it's neither a salary nor wage.
they call it grace.
by the blood of the Lamb. (:
so amazing, aint it.
goodbye
12:55 AM