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The Promised One

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So great are the promises to the redeemed. Our minds spin at the beauty of a love that chose to die to make us one with Him.  My heart aches in anticipation as I watch for the return of Jesus, the Promised One.

The Promised One

The One that loves more than the mind can comprehend,
Is the One that created the world and beyond for Him.
He that is perfect selects for Himself a bride,
Someone perfected to rule and reign at His side.
He who takes the imperfect and makes them new and whole,
Is, perfectly and completely in full control.
The promises are too numerous to count;
So great, so powerful is the amount.
So pure, so true, and wonderful are the blessings prepared,
Many are the jewels God wants to share.
A promising future, a clean slate for the past,
A joy that will an eternity last,|The Promise Giver is the Promised One,
Given to the world and to a part of humanity become.
Fully God and yet fully man.
The Promise of Life eternal ….great is God’s plan.

Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust. And beside this, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge; And to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness; And to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity. For if these things be in you, and abound, they make you that ye shall neither be barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.
2 Peter 1:4-8

God and Man Portrayed By Brenda Drake

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            What a wonderful gift was bestowed upon us the day Jesus was born, no wonder the angels sang. But the price He paid for our salvation was so terrible the earth shook and the heavens wept.  I am at awe of such love, and such amazing grace.  How can a saved heart not sing?

God and Man Portrayed

The baby that in the manger lay,
Was God and man on display.
His tiny feet would one day grow,
To be nailed to a cross to save man’s soul.
The Holy Promise was by the angels proclaimed.
At His death curses spat out His name.
As babe He was wrapped lovingly up tight as He slept.
At death hate tore His naked body with sores that wept.
Wise men visited the young child as King;
Pouring out worship and costly offerings.
The wise of the world His possessions tore away;
Casting lots they unwisely spurned The Way.
The star led the shepherds on the Holy night of birth.
At His death angels were silent and grief shook the earth.
The Holy child’s cries were attended to with care each day.
Only heartbreak was in attendance when alone He sins-debt paid.
Jesus’ birth the truly wise celebrate remembering the whole story.
As they rejoice in God’s gift they indeed give God all the glory,

John 1:9-14
The true light, which gives light to everyone, was coming into the world.  He was in the world, and the world was made through him, yet the world did not know him.  He came to his own, and his own people did not receive him. But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God, who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.