it makes me realize,
that the killers of the King,
were not just some distant people
in dusty land 2,000 years ago.
It was me.
It is us.
We are the ones who murdered the savior of the world,
through our actions
And every time I make a mistake
I hear the nails pounding into Daddy’s hand
and in that instant,
I see myself with the hammer,
and a grin on my face,
and my hands covered with the
Lamb of the worlds blood.
I am the killer.
I murdered the one who could save me.
it was good for the world,
but it makes me realize my sinfulness
and my own selfish deeds.
I am the one who pounded in the nails,
like it was my duty.
I did not know,
that one day..
He would come back
and He would arise,
and He would tell his murderer,
“Child, You are mine,
and I am Yours.
Forever will we be.
You are apart of the Kingdom of light.
You are the bearer of the message and of My love
for the nations.
I forgive you.
I want to give you life.
Lets wash off the blood and start again.
Lets start again daughter.”
I will be changed,
and I will live according to His purpose,
and not even death could overcome His love for me,
and it could overcome my self-pretenious ways.
He is love.
And this is His day.
Thank You Jesus.
He has died,
but He shall rise."
— Good Friday was the worst friday, but it turned the world to new beginnings by jesusiswhatthisworldneeds (me)
I’m doing flyers tomorrow and I have two projects I need to seriously work on and Both are due next week. Also going to. Church Sunday, plus spending time with my family, going to a service tomorrow as well and hanging out with people afterwards. So yeah prayers would be really appreciated!