The Price that was Paid (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The price that was paid that we would live again taken on by our savior taking on our sin Bearing ...
The price that was paid that we would live again taken on by our savior taking on our sin Bearing ...
Not by the work of my hands the things I have done in my life only by the grace of ...
all of us gifted to share with others the truth of the love of God revealed to us the witness ...
Were it not for God's grace for the gifts of his love pouring down on us for the sacrifice of ...
Christ proving God's love love unconditionally going to the cross to take away our sin Climbing the rugged cross carrying ...
Purple Blue Asters bright yellow centers shining above the new-cut hay along our hurried way We drive right on by ...
Nothing to be left in our bags empty when we are done planted and watered in your garden our work ...
The scent of willing sacrifice of humble servanthood free will choosing to give our lives over an offering to God ...
Imitate Christ, imitate God poured out for us a sacrifice to God loving as a child all of our neighbors ...
Ever a child obedient to the father so was Christ in life so we are called to be to imitate ...
We need to stop and look to see the world as they do but not just through their eyes for ...
No reason for our frowns we should be ever smiling filled with the joy we profess as loved children of ...
All of us called out of our circumstance to our father, our God commissioned into a relationship a loving family ...
Listening to the calling in the words in the scripture in the commissioning of Christ past down to each one ...
Something of what Jesus meant coming as a child in a moment of pure grace life, living, heartfelt feeling there ...
Stop and notice, linger in this walk Joy, fulfillment in the little things the things we can forget walk beside ...
Grace in this moment joy today, if we accept it God right beside us all of our days We must ...
God is walking with us reminding us of his goodness his presence in our lives through this time of storms ...
through this time of storms this wrinkle in the road the change in our lives a wonder to behold God ...
Maybe especially in the storms or at least that is when we reach out God right beside us in the ...
If we would but listen hear our master's voice the field where we wander his amazing grace All of us ...
Not feeling sorry for herself but hugging the bear closer something about her serenity the way she is carrying herself ...
Maybe this information her diagnosis easier our lives maybe careful, not carefree totally She will count the numbers regulate so ...
Healing, even in the sharing sharing her story her boldness in faith following the lessons what she needs to do ...
In abandonment only in being poured out coming to God's throne the altar of the cross Being poured out empty, ...
Humbly, aware our distance from you in your image but a reflection alone In awe before you as a child, ...
Coming to you my creator, my God without power or station humbly, as a child Hoping you will give a ...
Like Mary at his feet like children without guile humbly before our king being fully his Emptied of the world ...
In emptying myself abandoning guile, the sense of my innate worth empty without you The source of all good even ...
As Christ had to empty himself his divinity to descend pouring out who he was emptying himself becoming the vessel ...
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