About five weeks until we say together,
"He is risen!"
He is risen already. All those years ago, Jesus, the Christ, rose from the dead to proclaim that He has paid it all. He had suffered the separation and death that we, human people, have earned by our sins.
Today, I was looking at the mirror of my heart. I was thinking about what I truly believe was my part in His suffering - my sin. The price that Jesus agreed to pay with His death should have been mine. That thought is so convicting, isn't it?
Have you ever been the cause of another person's pain or suffering, or death? If you have, you found, as I have, that when you receive their forgiveness, although it's beautiful and good, it's still hard to bear. Sometimes there is almost more guilt to feel when they forgive you, since forgiving your own self is so difficult.
But God doesn't want us to wallow in our guilt. He just wants us to acknowledge it, and accept with joy, His forgiveness and love. So I'm working on that part. I hope you are too.
It’s so hard to see
the picture that the One who made me saw
when He painted all my features in His mind.
when He painted all my features in His mind.
And it's hard to see His plans for me - His perfect will displayed,
when I look in
memory’s mirror,
and I find
and I find
a messy tarnished drawing that is filling up the space,
as sin’s dark, blotted shadows aim to cover up my face,
reflecting there a picture of my sin and my disgrace.
The image there can’t show God’s love. It overlooks His grace.
Instead,
the Heavenly Easter mirror shows
God paid sin’s penalty.
Since as I look into that glass
a different view I see.
The dark and blotted shadows
have been cast into the sea.
And in that glass I find God's love
has taken them from me.
Now I faintly see the picture that the one who made me saw
As He fashioned my own features in His mind.
I faintly see His plans for me, His perfect will appears
when I look into the mirror He left behind.
God paid sin’s penalty.
Since as I look into that glass
a different view I see.
The dark and blotted shadows
have been cast into the sea.
And in that glass I find God's love
has taken them from me.
Now I faintly see the picture that the one who made me saw
As He fashioned my own features in His mind.
I faintly see His plans for me, His perfect will appears
when I look into the mirror He left behind.
He arose - the tomb is empty. His Children are forgiven.
He is risen, He is risen! You write that so eloquently! Oh, that we all would say that. You write so beautifully, Diane. I am so proud of you! I love you, Sis of mine
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Diane! Just like you.
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