A CUP OF JOY A CUP OF SUFFERING
Love and valour flowed, mingled down.
Mesmerising twisted body, blood saturated crown in His matted hair.
Agonising ripped flesh, fresh jagged wounds in his palms.
Jagged crown of thorns piece His furrowed brow.
Crimson tide of sticky liquid love.
Father saw him scourged.
Nailed feet of burnished bronze, gouged, saturated the hem of
his white linen garment, dripped crimson from his fresh flesh wounds.
Holiness and the glory of his presence caused me to faint as a dead man.
Baptised into His death and resurrection.
UNION with Christ, envoloped in Him, immersed into the Messiah.
Clothed in His presence, made entirely new, in a brand new world.
Poem by Jane Schroeder
“Only through the Holy Ghost can we see
people and events as God sees them”
INTERFACING WITH HEAVEN
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