The Love That Bore the Cross For Me (When Every Step’s an Uphill Battle)

When every step’s an uphill battle

And every victory’s followed by a cliff to climb

When the foe stands atop every precipice

And I just want to collapse

I remember

The Love that bore the Cross for me

Stands with hands held out

The hands that caught me when I fell

Sustained me when I could do no more

And give me victories that I could never win

 

When I’m weary of this world

And every river has run dry

Still I struggle for it is my desire

To conquer, to win the crown

He has promised

The Love that bore the Cross for me

Stands with hands held out

The hands that caught me when I fell

Sustained me when I could do no more

And give me victories that I could never win

 

When shades of night fight me every step

And when I’ve fallen always He has upheld me

How I long for the day when shadows vanish

Before the light of dawning

When He appears

The Love that bore the Cross for me

Stands with hands held out

The hands that caught me when I fell

Sustained me when I could do no more

And give me victories that I could never win

 

When I’m weary of this life

And Heaven beckons with open doors and glory

This world fades away into mist

Now I just want to go home

There where He is

The Love that bore the Cross for me

Stands with hands held out

The hands that caught me when I fell

Sustained me when I could do no more

And give me victories that I could never win

 

Copyright 2015 Raina Nightingale

Father, Son, and Spirit Blest (A Poem on the Trinity and the Rest of God)

I wrote this poem thinking of John 17, “… I have given them the glory that You gave Me, that they may be one as We are one, Father, You in Me and I in them, so that the world may know that You sent Me and have loved them even as You have loved Me… Father, I want those You have given Me to be with Me where I am and to see My glory, which You have given Me because You loved Me before the world was.” I was also thinking of Hebrews 4, “… God rested from all His works… So, then, there remains a Sabbath rest for all who believe…”


Father, Son, and Spirit blest

Guide us to eternal rest

That is Thy sacred oneness

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The Humiliation and the Glory

The Infinite One who encompasses the worlds, the Lord of Majesty, becomes a baby in a woman’s womb.

The Lord of Love and Faithfulness is betrayed with a kiss of devotion.

He is bound with ropes that can not exist for a moment apart from His active will by men who can not breathe except that He allows it.

The King in whose presence the seraphs cover their faces and feet is mocked and spat upon by sinners.

The King of all kings and Lord of all lords is sentenced to death by a conquered people and a mere government official. Continue reading “The Humiliation and the Glory”