Like kidnap victims,
we are stolen from our Father;
but not by some unknown criminal.
No, we are taken from Him
by our own choices,
our own doing,
our own sin.
We are hidden from His face,
from His presence.
A ransom must be paid,
an awesome ransom
one we could never pay,
not in a hundred lifetimes,
A ransom that could not be forgiven.
God used His own self, His Son, Jesus,
another face of the Father
to pay our ransom, our sacrifice,
so we could be returned to our Father
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edited January 20, 2016
A Ransom – v2
October 21, 2006 21:00
A Ransom
Mark 10:43b-45
“whoever wishes to become
great among you must be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first among you
must be slave of all. For the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve,
and to give his life a ransom for many.”
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