With idols, I am through –
I once used them to console
My broken spirit.
I came to life when I met You –
You breathed into my soul
And pulled me from the pit.
My Precious Spotless Lamb,
You bought all of me with a price,
My body, my heart, my soul, my life!
I declare that I am
Thine, My Lord Jesus Christ!
Thank you for Your sacrifice! ❤
For you know that God paid a ransom to save you from the empty life you inherited from your ancestors. And it was not paid with mere gold or silver, which lose their value. It was the precious blood of Christ, the sinless, spotless Lamb of God. (First Peter 1:18-19)
This poem was inspired not only by the verse above but by a chapter in Authentic Beauty by Leslie Ludy. 🙂 (Which I plan to review soon. 😉 )
It is week 112 of Three Line Tales, and here is the photo prompt and my response. 🙂 If you’d like to participate, just click the link! 😉
Jesus was led to die like a white Lamb to the slaughter
Never once did The Christ on this quest falter
God could then call all Who believe in Him His sons and daughters
I Am Thine
I’m Thy beloved sheep;
My woolen coat is to be white.
Thy Word I am to keep,
And walk in the path of right.
But my atrocious sins
Made my wool scarlet
As shameful swine’s skin;
Disgraceful as I could get.
But with Thy blood
That was lovingly shed,
Thee, my caring God,
Paid for me instead.
You faithfully sought me
And I am no longer mine;
You lovingly bought me,
Lord, my God, I am Thine!
Psalm 51:7: Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
I realize I’m quite late with this – I meant to post this last week – however, I’d like to share it with you all anyway, even though I am waaaaay too late to be included in the week sixty-three of Three Line Tales round-up. XD
If you had a hundred sheep to tend to – and one was nowhere to be found,
What would you do? Leave the ninety-nine to bring the lost homeward bound?
Call everyone and let’s celebrate, for the lost sheep has returned safe and sound!
Luke 15:4 – 6: “What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it? And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.”