It was too much – His blood sacrifice.Most days I turn away, not bearing the idea.
I deny truth’s power
And live comfortably, but not comforted.
If I try to fathom the unfathomable
I weep, I fall, I fail. I cry out, tormented
By this demon: A love so strong He died for me.
3 comments:
I appreciate how Eric has taken this photo from the April prayer vigil and created this poem and image.
We were invited to hammer nails into these boards to symbolize confessing our sins to God - nailing them to the cross.
It was a very powerful experience for me.
It does overwhelm me to think that anyone could love me enough to suffer and die for me.
And each day, I must confess my sins and begin again - washed in the blood of his sacrifice for me.
thank you...
Eric
Thanks for leading and making it possible for St Es to be seen and experienced by people all over the web.
I love the unique intersection of a house church movement having a space like this. I am not a "space" person (although I am a "spacey" person)but you communicate the beauty and meaning so well that even I get hooked.
Keep going
Jim:
I appreciate the support -- even from the "spacey." It makes it easier to keep going.
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