The Majestic Mystery


From Eternity, he was Faultless.

Restrained in body, just the Same.

And since death had no claim upon him,

He bid it, “Have free reign”.

“IT IS FINISHED!”
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Eternal Majesty, robed in flesh.

The Majesty of God, walked among us.

And as he hung up on the cross,

Majesty was willingly clothed with oblivion.

“And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit.”
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The Christ of God is risen from the dead!

He is seated forever at the right hand of the Most High God!

Let all the world hear the proclamation!

To those who know:

Do not seal it up!

The Christ is God forever!

“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin.” (Hebrews 4:15)

By His Grace

Diffused Triumphs


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Diffused jet trail

How magnificently obvious and roaring is the Majestic power of God.

A plane had flown from east to west, leaving a trail of disturbance.  A disturbance that was never intended to be, in the beginning.

But God, in his Magnificent and Glorious Strength, diffused the wake of man’s tiny triumph into a painting beyond the imagination.

So it is this morning, as I begin my day.  So is his glorious promise, when the Day of God dawns.  The tiny triumphs of man will be diffused.  They will not be found among the Glorious Beauty which is Jesus the Christ of God!

By His Grace

The Magnificent Tiny Man!


Oh you are successful,
You little rascal you!

By doing what no other
Tiny man on earth could do. 

How amazingly strong are you!

With thumb extended,
And held way high,

You cast a shadow on your tiny little eye;

Blocking out the Sun from shining,

On the rest of all mankind!

Such is the one who determines in his heart to do only the portions of Christianity which bring him profit.

By His Grace

The Son and the Moon


Man cannot look at the Son without wincing.

But delight is found in the early morning moon.

For He was born in the fires of summer.

While the moon reflects His Glory forever.

Let the world find its place of shade.

Let His people bask in His majesty.

They can tear at reflection from their darkness of sleep.

But He they will never touch again!

By His Grace