Thursday, April 17, 2014

Without This Hope

Without This Hope
we symbolize
In pictures
of a cross
Our faith would be
a painted guise
Of damnation
and dross

Without This Hope mortality would suffer without cause
Death would be our destiny without Hope through the cross
Without This Hope in our Lord each touch, each job done well
Would be a steppingstone toward a brink of endless hell

Without this hope
Of saving grace
What comfort
Could there be?
To know there is
No resting-place
For all eternity
Without This Hope
No joy could thrive
How futile
Every plea
If Jesus Christ
Did not forgive
And set the
Sinner free

© Janet Martin

I know I've shared this song before but its one of my all-time favorites.

  

 I tell you this, brothers: flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable.  Behold! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed,  in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed.  For this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body must put on immortality.  When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written:
“Death is swallowed up in victory.” 
 “O death, where is your victory?
    O death, where is your sting?”
 The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.  But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain. 1 Cor. 15: 50-58

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