ALL FOR LOVE,

MANY times the heavy, worn hammer has been used to pound the spikes through calloused hands into wood. But this time it is different. No flight, no struggle, no pleading, no curses.

This Man lies down on the cross as on a bed. He lays down His life as one would a worn garment. No resentment against the executioners. Just forgiveness, unsolicited forgiveness.

He joins man right at the door of death and tells him that death is an entrance door to life.

The Man is Jesus, the God in crisis. In crisis not because Men like me. Men who cannot make it without the Man who made it.

Death drained His breath and blood. Left Him a limp lifeless form. Death took Him, but death could not keep Him. All for love. All for me.

Rudolf E. Climes

I may not be all that you are,

I may not be a shining star.

But what I am, I thank the Lord

for making me His child.

Thank you Lord for hearing every prayer,

Thank you Lord for just being there,

Thank you Lord for I am not

worthy of your love.

I may not be all the you are,

I may not be a shining star,

But what I am, I thank the Lord

for making me His child.

So don't use or abuse me, for I am His child.

Don't tease me, or mistreat me,

for I am still His child.

You can even talk about me,

But I am still His child.

IDT