For our sins Christ died on a cross. But he rose on the third day. The grave could not hold His body down.


A Happy and Blessed Easter Sunday to you all. Christ died on a cross for us and by His resurrection we have a chance at eternal life. The grave could not hold His body down.
Good Friday
For our sins He gave up His life on a cross
HAVE A BLESSED AND PEACEFUL PALM SUNDAY AND MAY THE LOVE OF CHRIST ABIDE WITH YOU.

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On a hill far away stood an Old Rugged Cross
The emblem of suffering and shame
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain
So I’ll cherish the Old Rugged Cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
And I will cling to the Old Rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
To the Old Rugged Cross, I will ever be true
It’s shame and reproach, gladly bear
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away
Where His glory forever I’ll share
And I’ll cherish the Old Rugged Cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
And I will cling to the Old Rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
Yeah, I will cling to the Old Rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
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Christmas is Jesus
Who came down to earth
In the form of a baby,
Came to offer new birth.
Christmas is music
With singing and praise.
Christmas is sharing,
In numerous ways.
Christmas is holly,
With tinsel and light.
Christmas is joyful
With bright colored sights.
Christmas is giving,
When God gave His Son;
To offer redemption,
For the wrong we have done.
We need to accept Him,
This Gift from above.
For Christmas is Jesus,
God’s promise of Love.
Francis Culp Wolfe
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Please heal us precious Jesus,
Please heal each bewildered soul,
Cast out every fear, and dry every tear,
Just whisper the words, “Be whole.”
For Thou hath make the crippled walk,
And made the blinded see.
The withered hand has been restored.
Now heal us Lord we plea.
We do recall that Thou did say,
“Just ask and you will receive.”
Oh may our faith not waiver, we pray,
Thy words…we do believe.
Amazing grace – to us is given,
Let anxious moments flee.
With Thy tender care, please hear our prayer.
Now heal us Lord we plea.
Edna Massimilla
On this another Good Friday we commemorate the death of Jesus on the cross. For God so loved the world that He sent us His only son. Jesus came and lived among men. He made the deaf to hear and the blind He made to see. To the crippled man He said “Take up your bed and walk. He healed the sick, He raised the dead and He turned water into wine. But more than that, much more than that, He died for our sins.
In the Garden of Gethsemane Judas betrayed Him. Just as He prophesied Peter denied Him thrice. When asked by Pilate whom should he release Jesus or Barabbas, the crowd said ” Release to us Barabbas and when he asked them what he should do with Jesus, they shouted “Crucify Him.” Let us not forget how much He suffered; let us not forget His pain.
We are reminded of his suffering in this song, O Sacred Head Surrounded. The lyrics were translated from the text of St. Bernard of Clairvaux by Henry Williams Baker.
O Sacred Head, surrounded
by crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding Head, so wounded,
reviled and put to scorn!
Our sins have marred the glory
of Thy most Holy Face,
yet angel hosts adore Thee
and tremble as they gaze
I see Thy strength and vigor
all fading in the strife,
and death with cruel rigor,
bereaving Thee of life;
O agony and dying!
O love to sinners free!
Jesus, all grace supplying,
O turn Thy face on me.
In this Thy bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me
with Thy most sweet compassion,
unworthy though I be:
beneath Thy cross abiding
for ever would I rest,
in Thy dear love confiding,
and with Thy presence blest.
But death too is my ending;
In that dread hour of need,
My friendless cause befriending,
Lord, to my rescue speed:
Thyself, O Jesus, trace me,
Right passage to the grave,
And from Thy cross embrace me,
With arms outstretched to save.
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