Dreams
Don't lose your way
With each passing day
With each passing day
You've come so far
Don't throw it away
Live believing
Dreams are for weaving
Wonders are waiting to start
Live your story
Faith, hope & glory
Hold to the truth in your heart
He has given to each a specific purpose,
an irrevocable great destiny, greater than eyes have seen and ears have heard;
given, with the price
of Jesus.
Don't throw it away
Live believing
Dreams are for weaving
Wonders are waiting to start
Live your story
Faith, hope & glory
Hold to the truth in your heart
He has given to each a specific purpose,
an irrevocable great destiny, greater than eyes have seen and ears have heard;
given, with the price
of Jesus.
As we live each passing day, who is to say, who is to compare, who's more broken or who hurts more inside? Each has his or her own untold story. Don't you agree? Pains and hurts and scars that words can never tell all. Each has an empty space within, crying out to be filled, to be completed. Yet often they turn to those, whom within themselves are that empty spaces, for love. Every one needs a Hero, but this Hero...is not the one sleeping next to you.
He was sent, lived to die, just for you and I. I don't understand why is it so difficult to understand, that this is LOVE. Gimme a show of hands, who can confidently tell me that your friends are willing to be skinned, have their flesh thoroughly torn apart, have their bones exposed, have their hands and feet pierced...for your sake? If ever, there is a friend who's willing to do that for you, would you not acknowledge that that is love? Touch your heart and say it - is it not love?
He is my Hero, my Best Friend, the only One who knows MY story. Why? Because on the cross He took my shames, my sorrows, my pains, my sadness, my brokenness. He must have hence experienced my depression, that emotional wreckage. Hence who would understand better than my Best Friend?
And He did it for you too.
You have know idea how much physical and emotional torment He had experienced in that 12 hours. The concentrate of all curses and punishments meant for this fallen world, all fell upon Him alone. He was hung on the cross in mid-air, a picture of not worthy of Heaven, not worthy of earth. He was forsaken by His very own Father and by man, so that we will never be alone ever again. He did this all because? Of fun? Touch your heart and tell me this isn't the GREATEST LOVE ever seen or heard.
He did this because He loves, beloveds. He did this all because our Father in Heaven loves us. Love to the very perfect definition. A love that man can never give.
THIS LOVE...is what your heart has been crying out for, to fill that empty space...
If even imperfect love such as parenthood, kinship, and friendships are not all about rules and regulations, expectations and returns; how much more the LOVE OF DADDY GOD - though highly-priced, paid with the blood of His only beloved begotten Son, Jesus - is freely given to you and I.
Is it that hard to believe such PAINFUL SACRIFICE...is LOVE?
What other motives can there be?

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