Marvel at the empty grave.
Let hope rise within your breast.
Let the power that shattered death destroy all of your fears.
Set your gaze, O eyes, upon the majesty of the Great I AM.
Fall breathless at the sound of His voice.
Let His glory burn in your heart a joy that cannot be extinguished.
O my heart, be filled to overflowing with this divine love that flows abundant to you from that rugged cross.
Let it affect and heal the most intimate and tender places that have long been so carefully hidden and protected.
O thoughts of my mind, consider this:
Seated upon that magnificent throne is the Exalted One - the Most High God!
And holy is His name.
O spirit within me, behold your King!
No comments:
Post a Comment