Our salvation is free: not cheep;
The blood and the water run deep.
Why do I hang my head and cry?
Because for sin did Jesus die.
In Christ we are a sacrifice;
It is His blood that sanctifies.
He has purged away our sin;
In our hearts He entered in.
It was not me that was smote,
Time forgets; please God I won't.
David Spencer looked down into Claudia's face.
"Yow seem extra happy today, Miss Claudia. May I take the liberty to ask why?"
"Yes, you may!" Claudia laughingly replied. "My dear friend from back at my old home is coming on September thirty-first to spend a whole month with me, and I can't wait! I have missed her so much since we moved, and am so pleased that she will be able to make it for a visit."
"I am very happy for you, Miss Claudia! What is your friend like?"
IF YOU HAVEN'T READ EITHER GREATER LOVE OR A STRONG FAITH THEN DONT READ THIS UNTIL YOU HAVE. :D
*******For those of you who have read my short story titled Greater Love this is the story told by Jonathan. He goes into much more detail about things that went on, but then again he had more to tell. :)*******
As an only child, most people said that I was spoiled, and although I didn't agree with them I guess that they were right. It hurt when people said "no" to me, hurt more than it should have. I became bitter. "Why did my parents spoil me?" I would ask myself. In spoiling me they had made my life harder because I didn't know how to face reality. Now looking back, I realize that I had spoiled myself. I called myself a man because I was tall, over eighteen years old, and my voice had changed to where I could sing bass without "cracking". But what does being a "man" mean?
Ne're a day goes by
That I don't close my eyes
And sigh, wishing you were here.
But God knows the future
Just like He knows the past;
And even if I don't understand,
God still has a perfect plan.
He holds today and tomorrow:
Just like He held yesterday,
His Divine will is perfect,
And in my weakness He strengthens me.
I can have joy even when I cry for you,
And I can sleep in peace at night.
I know that I may see you someday,
Even if someday isn't tomorrow,
Someday farther in the future,
I was only eighteen years old when I first met Jonathan, and He was twenty-one. I met him at my house where he had come to dinner. I had already heard a lot about him from my older brother, David, because they were co-workers. They worked at a lumber yard together. David says they hit off right when they first met because their personalities were so much alike, and he was right.
When Jonathan came that first evening I was the one that opened the door for him, and right away I knew that I was going to like him. He smiled at me and said, "You must be Laura."
Sixty-five roses in a vase by a bed,
The thirtieth birthday of a loved father-head.
A foster dad, a favorite big brother,
A good Christian man, a true and faithful warrior.
With Cystic Fibrosis his lungs slave away,
The Doc said he might live to his eighteenth birthday.
His cheerful countenance is loved by all,
Many memories are made with him to recall.
The twelve-year-old girl laughed as she drew the reigns of her horse in, and tucked a strand of stray wavy brown hair behind her ear. Her pigtail braids were rather loose after her wild gallop across the fields.
"That was fun!" She said to her companion.
"Yeah, it was! I had always wanted to heard cows like that, and now I really have!"
"Me too! It makes me feel like a real cowgirl."
How come everyone complains
About how hard life's getting,
When on that tree at Calvary
My holy King was smitten?
God sacrificed His only Son
To ransom all His chosen ones.
On that cross Christ forgave us,
Then He cried "It is done!"
Child of God He's forgiven you,
Can you forgive yourself?
It is wrong yet still you sin,
And then you put it on the shelf.