An Innocent Man

There was blood
At the foot of the cross
Where a beaten man
Was nailed and hung

He was beaten and
A sign went up
Mocking him for saying
He was God’s son

He was innocent
Never did he do wrong
He was tortured and
Died on that cross

Another surprise came
On the third day
The dead man rose
Up from the grave

The innocent man who
Wouldn’t stay dead
Jesus came alive
The Son of God

An innocent sacrifice
His blood paid for us
He bore our pain
Because He love us

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My Chains

There are things that bind me
Things that hold me back
There are things that grab me
Things that try to nab me
These things are my chains

For me it isn’t quite like
It was for Paul, my chains
Aren’t metal fastened to my wrists
My chains are subtle and sneaky
But bind as securely as a jail

My chains try to hold me back
They try to tie me to the world
But I cannot be inprisoned
Jesus broke my chains
His blood dissolved them away

My chains are broken
Shattered by God’s forgiveness
Not earned, but given by grace
My chains no longer bind me
All that remains of my chains is dust

I, Paul, write this greeting in my own hand. Remember my chains. Grace be with you. (Colossians 4:18 NIV)

Inward Reflection

Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight. (1 Peter 3:4 NIV)

Outward appearance matters
To so many people
How we dress
What the mirror reflects,
These are the values
They live by

What about the heart?
Is it rotten or made of gold
Who really cares
What is on the surface?
The is what really matters!

Inside me, you will find
A heart filled with Jesus
My heart is His home
I strive to reflect that,
Not the image in the mirror

United Voices

There is something amazing about hundreds of voices joined together for one purpose. I love when in the middle of a worship song the musicians stop playing and only our voice joined together are remain.

I listen to KLove in my car most of the time. I can’t help but wonder how many fellow Christians spread across this world are listening and praising God along with me. It sure is hard to feel alone in those moments.

Ninjabreadmen

Not ordinary gingerbread
No, these are different,
These are special
They sneak around silently
Their baked feet leave
No crumbs behind
For anyone to find
They are not gingerbread
They are ninjabread
Moving about quietly
Without a trace, silently
Their martial arts skills
Are used for good
To save us all
From dangers unknown
They are ninjabreadmen.

Salt

We are the salt and light
Standing separate in this world
Filled with what is needed
To bring peace and freedom
We on call our Creator
To be our Savior
To make us the salt
In this world, yet
Set up as a living example
Of our God who saves
Cares for our needs
And fills us with love
Overflowing love
Overwhelming peace
Let me be salt
And let the world
Be very thirsty

My pastor talked about salt and my curiosity got the best of me. Here is what I found: check out this article for more info.

Clearly, we treat and use salt differently than a couple thousand years ago. In fact, I won’t hesitate to say people back then might just call us rich because we have so much of the stuff. At one point, soldiers were paid in salt. Ladies, imagine that in your purse. Men, your wallet might look a tad different. Salt was equated with life. They used it to preserve food and for a hundred other reasons.