In the pit of my sin
estranged from God,
nothing I could do
nothing I could give
Christ met me there
more than I can comprehend
what it meant
that He would descend
Choosing the cross
to become clay
dying so I may live
preparing a way
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edited December 1, 2015
Christ met me there – v5
(editing original)
edited October 14, 2014
Christ met me there – v4
Edited December 22, 2013
Christ met me there – v3
Edited August 25, 2013
Christ met me there – v2
August 28, 2011
Christ met me there
after rereading the
earlier poem,
“No Price for His Love”
and reading comment after
I posted it to
August 27, 2011
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No Price for His Love
More than we can truly understand
that there is no price for his love
God freely giving
all that I ever need
even going to the cross for me
paying my cost with his life
the lamb, my brother
no price do I owe
but my humble praise
turning, conforming my life to him
in thanksgiving to my king
March 1, 2010
Isaiah 55:1-9
Isaiah 55:1-13
&
“Dad's Bible: The Father's
Plan”
by Robert Wolgemuth
Isaiah 55:1
– “Insights: Just Like
Dad”
&
“Dad's Bible: The Father's
Plan”
by Robert Wolgemuth
Isaiah 55:8-9
– “From My Big Boy Chair”
&
Alive Now Daily
Reflections
for March 1, 2010 to March
7, 2010
by Nancy Fergusons (You
can visit her website at www.BlueTreeResources.org)
for March 1, 2010
&
Mark 14:12, 22-25
Isaiah 11:1-5
Isaiah 52:7 (Call to
Worship)
Deuteronomy 16:1-8
Exodus 12:1-28
Deuteronomy 11:16-21
and sermon, “A Last Meal”
by
Pastor Ruth Foss
sermon blog
meditation blog
“God’s Whisper” blog
the first in a series of
sermons, based in part on the book,
“24 Hours That Changed the World”, by
Reverend Adam Hamilton
Suncook United Methodist
Church
Suncook, NH
February 28, 2010
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