Nailed to the Cross

There was One who was willing to die in my stead,

That a soul so unworthy might live

And the path of the cross He was willing to tread,

All the sins of my life to forgive.

 

He is tender and loving and patient with me,

While He cleanses my heart of it’s dross

But, “there’s no condemnation,” I know I am free,

For my sins are all nailed to the cross.

 

I will cling to my Savior and never depart,

I will joyfully journey each day,

With a song on my lips and a song in my heart,

That my sins have been taken away.

Hymn “Nailed to the Cross” by Mrs. F.Beck and  G. C. Tullar

Comforters

“Blessed be the God of all comfort;

Who comforts us

in all our tribulation,

 

that we may be able to comfort them

which are in any trouble,

by the comfort wherewith we ourselves

are comforted of God.”

II Corinthians 1:3-4

God’s Love is Not Reckless

“Reckless Love”  by Bethel music, draws you in with it’s pleasant melody and soothing lyrics, and has become very popular song, but…

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The Love of God is Not reckless

Here’s the definition:

reck•less 

(describing a person or their actions) as being without thinking or caring about the consequences of an action. as in “reckless driving”

synonyms: rash, careless, thoughtless, heedless, unheeding, hasty, impetuous, impulsive, daredevil, devil-may-care, irresponsible, ill-advised, injudicious, imprudent, unwise, ill-considered, etc.

This is not what the scriptures tell us about the love of God.

God’s love is caring;

“God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son,”

God’s love is thoughtful;

“So that whosoever believes in Him should not perish,”

God’s love is considerate,

“But have everlasting life.”

He laid down His life for us, not recklessly, but counting and knowing the cost.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Be Still My Soul🕊

Be still my soul-

The Lord is on your side!

Leave to your God

To order and provide-

Be still my soul-

Your best, your heavenly Friend

Thru thorny ways

Leads to a joyful end.

– Jean Sibelius

The Love of God

 

The love of God is greater far

Then tongue or pen can ever tell;

It goes beyond the highest star,

And reaches to the lowest Hell,

Could we with ink the ocean fill,

And were the skies of parchment made;

Were every stalk on earth a quill,

And every man a scribe by trade;

To write the love

Of God above

Would drain the oceans dry;

Nor could the scroll

Contain the whole,

Tho stretched from sky to sky.

Hymn-“The Love of God” by F.M. Lehman