And He Himself is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the whole world.
1 John 2:2 (NKJV)
Born in man all ill of will,
Patience lost with reasoning unreal.
Transparent elixirs alluring call,
His face pressed against a wall.
Hear the siren’s tempting song,
Pressing darkness moves along.
He searches with desperate desire
Hopeless, lost, flailing, evil fire.
As all seems lost to man.
Reckless abandon, increasing span.
Farther from God does he move.
Needful heart cries reprove
Have Compassion for him…
Jesus walks, cross bears down,
Scourging pain, thorny crown.
Hilltop seen as all await,
Son of Man a certain fate.
But fulfill the words ancient and passed
As God’s plan unfolds eternally cast.
Nails to wood with hands in between,
Cries of pain, course stayed seen.
The hour comes the temple falls
And the Savior for all, Flesh palls.
But in three days miraculous rise
He defeats death, Satan’s demise
2013 Rick Stassi