Greater Love

 This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. -John 15:12-13

<3 The dyn in Shaidyn

"There was no resurrection,

there is no Easter.

That man they called God, he was just a man.  A nice man, with great morals.  Just a simple man named Jesus, maybe a prophet but no more.

because he died...

there really is no hope.

not for me

and certainly not for you.

What possibly is the point

to life

,living?

to death

,dieing?

                                        There is no point.

...because he died.

He hung, the man that they called king,

from the brutal tree

Wasting away

for them.

Shedding his own blood

for them.

losing his life

                                           ...for nothing.

 ...because he died."

"Because he died...

My soul is free.  My heart is light.

Hope's arms are spread wide for me.

for you.

My life is worth the

living.

My death will be worth the

dieing.

I can not question his love

...because he died

for me.

he shed his blood

and it saves

ME

he breathed his last

for the sins

I

threw upon him

Mine.  My Sin.

The man I call God, he was more then a man.  We call him Jesus and he was brutally killed. and yes, he died.  Died for me.  Breathed his last on the day we nailed him to a scarlet tree.  He died and I don't have hope

if he didn't raise.

                                                           But he died...

and rose. 

There is Easter

 and there is hope.

Love Defined

            My heart cracked under the heavy burden and my sould fell weeping to the soaked soul below.  My eyes formed streams and the dust clung to my lips and lashes.  "Oh God, what have I done?"  My mouth moans, "What have I done?"  The light has grown dim to me, no joy will spark.  Trembling and moaning, my body shakes with this grave grief.  To live is a hell...what have I done?  I am no more then a rough path to be troden, who could love?  I am unworthy of any kindness and my soul knows this well.  "If all knew what I have done... Oh the shame of what I have done..."  The sky is rimmed with salty tears.  Clouds crash among themselves filling this black sorrow with flashing anger.  All around the world weeps of my deed.  and my own cries out against all that I am.  I have done this, I myself.  None other.

          My sin is lane upon his shoulders, killing him.  That is my evil riding upon his head.  That is what I have done, murdered God.  Murdered his son.  His blood is on my hands...I will never be free from this shame.  On my hands is his death.  He will die of the weighty sins I have thrown upon him.  My selfishness, conciet, theft, lies, slander, stuborness, murder, lust, gluttony, hate...Oh, the sins on his pure shoulders.  The grime and mire I have thrown upon his precious pure body.  "God what have I done?"

         Than his face gently turns to mine.  He gazes down into the roots of my soul.  he sooths my shuttering heart with his gentle touch, he wipes away the streams from my soul. 

"Father, forgive them."

        He gently lifts away my mirk, the black dirt of my past.  The garbage laying at my feet.  Picking up the piles of sooty sin he places it on his own shoulders.  Freely he takes what is rightfully mine.  He rips the devil's sharp claws from my soul and desperses my inequities as far as the east is from the west. 

and He dies

for me.

"Oh God, what have you done?"