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| Dove Redeemed |
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written by Savannah Blakeley
3/28/2013
Together as one,
the battle is won
Separate and apart,
we are a broken heart
Set apart for each other,
there is no other
We only have one in this life,
it is a consistent strife
A relation ship sails away,
but a marriage ship never drifts away
Pain and sorrow are trying;
you will rise above and not be left dying.
Jesus loves us,
He died for us.
He’s coming back for a bride;
He’s on his final stride.
He is coming,
we are going
Light your lamp,
He’s on the ramp
I sense his presence,
I feel his essence
Destruction is behind us,
life more abundant is a front us
Jesus is leading me home,
forgetting all the cares of this world for home.
I bask in his love,
he calls me his dove.
I long for his touch,
I love him sooo much.
~ Palm Sunday ~
During Jesus's earthly ministry, He often told people not to tell anyone who He was. Even when his brothers encouraged Him to go public. He said it was not yet the right time. But the day He rode into Jerusalem on a donkey was the appointed time, the only public announcement that He was God's promised Messiah, fulfilling the prophecy of Zechariah 9.9. His announcement was rejected by many, yet God's plan for mankind was still yet fulfilled. Praise Him!
~ The Waving of the Palms ~
They waved palm branches as He passed
And hailed Him as their King;
Yet, they knew not of the sorrow
The coming week would bring.
The glad acclaim would soon give way
To jeers and mockery;
In Pilate's court He'd be condemned
To a cross on Calvary.
But Jesus knew He was the price
In God's redemptive plan,
The Sacrificial Lamb come down
To die for sins of man.
The centuries have passed and still
He seeks those lost in sin,
Pleading with unyielding hearts
To repent and follow Him.
On this day we shout our praise,
O, let us not delay;
The palm-strewn path of long ago
Still leads to Him today.
Jesus rides a donkey,
Through the city gate,
He is the gentle ruler,
Of every nation state.
Christ enters the city,
Named the place of peace,
Foretells our heaven homeland,
Where joy will never cease.
The people sing hosannas,
Christ is king and lord,
Messiah who redeems us,
By all will be adored.
The people welcome Jesus,
They raise a shout of cheer,
But there are those who hate him,
They laugh and mock and jeer.
The enemies of Jesus,
Protest this grand procession,
Jesus says the very rocks,
Would cry out their confession.
Christ has come to die for us,
In a few short days,
Then the third day after,
From the dead he'll raise.
Christ over the city looks,
It causes him to weep,
So many will reject him,
Despite his sufferings deep.
Christ is coming once again,
Comes with greatest might,
Putting all things back to new,
He shines with glory bright,
The devils are all vanquished,
By Christ's gentle power,
He will crush them underfoot,
In that final hour.
Christ alone has conquered,
Sin and death and hell,
Freeing us from bondage,
Let us thank him well.
Good people, come now, greet him,
Welcome with your praise,
Children, come now, meet him,
Your joyful songs now raise.
Let hosannas ring
and joy abound,
For the Lord our God
rode a donkey to town!
For More Easter Week Teachings - Please See ...
~ It Was A Week Of ~
http://intothekingsgarden.blogspot.com/2012/04/it-was-week.html
~ The Lost Art of Foot Washing ~
http://intothekingsgarden.blogspot.com/2012/04/lost-art-of-foot-washing.html
~ Jesus' Prayer at Gethsemane ~
http://intothekingsgarden.blogspot.com/2012/04/jesus-prayer-of-submission-at.html
~ History of Passover ~
http://intothekingsgarden.blogspot.com/2012/04/history-of-passover.html
~ HE HAS RISEN! ~
http://intothekingsgarden.blogspot.com/2012/04/he-has-risen.html
~ Dawn With Fresh Eyes ~
http://intothekingsgarden.blogspot.com/2012/04/dawn-with-fresh-eyes.html
~ A Medical Perspective of the Cross ~
http://intothekingsgarden.blogspot.com/2012/04/medical-perspective-of-cross.html
What Does the Holy Word Say?
Bible Word Study
When the Holy Spirit move in me
It's like a well loved symphony
The timeless melody
That soothes my soul ...
Though silent I can tell
He'e alive and I am well
I feel the Holy Spirit lives In me
as He plays His silent melody ...
"For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands." Isaiah 55:12
Isn't it fascinating how creation takes time to praise our Lord?! Think about it for a minute... the wind blowing through the leaves, a bubbling brook as it moves along its way, the birds singing a song loud and clear, the crickets, frogs, waterfalls, the list could just go on... if you listen closely it is like you are hearing a Praise song to our Lord...and what a beautiful sound it is.
Now, if the VERY earth that He created takes time to Praise Him... how much more should we, His children, take the time? Praise Him in the morning, afternoon, or evening... praise Him with your words in a poem, or a song... it doesn't matter how you praise Him, as long as you take the time to Praise Him!
Music Makers
1. What stringed instruments did John hear in his vision of the heavenly throne? Revelation 14:2-3
2. Who is mentioned as the father of those who play the harp and organ?
Genesis 4:21
3. What prophetess played a timbrel and led the women of Israel in a victory song after the Red Sea incident?
Exodus 15:20-21
4. At the dedication of Solomon's temple, 120 priests played what instruments?
2 Chronicles 5:11-14
5. When the foundation for the second temple was laid, the priest played trumpets. What did the Levites play?
Nehemiah 12:35-36
The Lord wants us to sing and make music to Him. What does the Holy Word say in:
Psalm 81:1
Psalm 100:2
Psalm 57:7
Psalm 66:2
Psalm 95:1
James 5:13
Ephesians 5:19
Psalm 101:1
Psalm 40:3
Exodus 15:2
Colossians 3:16
Psalm 96:1
~ My Hungry Soul ~
By night when others soundly slept,
And had at once both ease and rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.
I sought Him whom my soul did love,
With tears I sought Him earnestly;
He bowed His ear down from above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.
My hungry soul He filled with good,
He in His bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washed in His blood,
And banished thence my doubts and fears.
What to my Savior shall I give,
Who freely hath done this for me?
I’ll serve Him here whilst I shall live
And love to Him to eternity.
-A. Bradstreet-
