For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love, which ye have shewed toward his name, in that ye have ministered to the saints, and do minister.
Our Lord loves us. We are made in His image. Before sin we were perfect. After sin we are torn. Before the cross we all are lost. This truth must always be kept in mind. Rich, poor, and in every race; all are torn before the cross. We all have the same need, we all need a Savior.
All Torn Before the Cross
Wind tossed, weather beaten, colors faded by life;
They are the torn flowers, unseen but still in sight.
Their silent cry is shouting, but few will hear.
In the noise and clamor of the world’s clatter they almost disappear.
He or she is almost breathing your air,
But they are alone and feel no one cares.
All have different stories that sound the same;
With sad excuses, and accusations, to help share the blame.
The world’s attractions change hot and cold,
But still held in chains with hurts untold.
Torn, broken but there is hope ahead for them.
Jesus paid the price so they can be born again.
Their beauty is so valued in His sight.
His love will mold and them to cause great delight.
Look about you, recognize them and you will see,
They are just like you were before you found me.
You were just as lost, and torn within.
Before the cross all the Father saw was sin.