May we remember the GIFT of Resurrection.
May we be on our knees – so thankful for the unconditional love that was given to us.
May we be THANKFUL for the brokenness that is forever and is finished.
May we cling to the cross and share this truth with someone who feels unworthy, unlovable, and has not a shred of hope to hold.
This year may we truly give them a BASKET of HIS TRUTH.
May HIS SPIRIT heal and fill them with all joy and Forgiveness.
In HIS ARMS of GRACE.
To the cross I look, to the cross I cling
Of its suffering I do drink
Of its work I do sing
For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed
Showed that God is love
And God is just
At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered
What a priceless gift, undeserved life
Have I been given
Through Christ crucified
You’ve called me out of death
You’ve called me into life
And I was under Your wrath
Now through the cross I’m reconciled
In awe of the cross I must confess
How wondrous Your redeeming love and
How great is Your faithfulness