At the end, as at the beginning
lowly, humble
our king, Messiah
the least, the last
a humble birth, a humble death
from the stable to the cross
Beaten, flogged and spit upon
going to the cross
taking on our stain
offering his hands, his feet
suffering for us, in our place
Christ ending alone, humble
our king, the lamb.
Only this one Savior,
this God, this king,
able to reach down for us
to lift us from the pit
seeing what we can be
not merely what we are
giving up his own life
though we have wandered far.
February 2, 2012
Bible study with Jean Anocibar, January 24, 2012
revisited at start of bible study with him on February 2, 2012
John 13:1-17
Jesus Washes the Disciples
1 Timothy 6:3-10
1 Timothy 6:6
1 Timothy 6:10
Philippians 3:7
Philippians 3:1-11
Philippians 3:7-14
Titus 1:1
Titus 1:3
2 Peter 1:5
2 Peter 1:3-11
2 Peter 1:8
John 12:37-39
John 12:37-40
John 12:37-50
John 13:1-17:26
John 13:3-6
1 John 4:7-21
Hebrews 2:5-18
Matthew 3:13-15
John 13:6
John 13:10
Matthew 3:7
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Thursday, February 02, 2012
a humble birth, a humble death – v2
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