Love. Live. Go. Tell.: Perspective

I'm forgiven, because you were forsaken.
I'm accepted, you were condemned.
I'm alive and well and your Spirit lives within me, because you died and rose again.

So listen up for all who read this:
I am forgiven because Jesus took my place...he was forsaken and condemned.
I am forgiven - my sins are forgotten because one precious drop of the blood of Christ Jesus covers all my sin.
I hide myself in the shadow of the wings of the Almighty God.
During times of crisis, hurt and pain...God gives me the strength of the Holy Spirit and I walk in peace through the storm.
I know when I do not have the faith to believe, Jesus still believes in me.
I am a child of God.
No weapon formed against me shall prosper.
Satan has no place or power of me because the Holy Spirit is in me.
I am not to be of this world. I am a stranger in this world but called to love the unloved and share the light and love of Jesus with the world.
I am not here to make everyone happy I am here to be obedient to God and walk in the victory I have found in him.
I will trust in the things for which I do not see, for they are eternal.
The things we do see will rust and go away.
Heaven is His throne and earth is His foot rest.

Though the Earth Cried out for blood
Satisfied her hunger was
Her billows calmed on raging seas
for the souls on men she craved

Sun and moon from balcony
Turned their head in disbelief
Their precious Love would taste the sting
disfigured and disdained

On Friday a thief
On Sunday a King
Laid down in grief
But awoke with keys
Of Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his grave

So three days in darkness slept
The Morning Sun of righteousness
But rose to shame the throes of death
And over turn his rule

Now daughters and the sons of men
Would pay not their dues again
The debt of blood they owed was rent
When the day rolled a new

On Friday a thief
On Sunday a King
Laid down in grief
But awoke holding keys
To Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his grave

On Friday a thief
On Sunday a King
Laid down in grief
But awoke with keys
Of Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his grave

He has cheated
Hell and seated
Us above the fall
In desperate places
He paid our wages
One time once and for all