One of those men, a
very special One, ponders…
“Pressing on, I walk ahead,
continuing
My way;
looking
unto what’s in store
for
this, a brand new day;
wondering
who I can help
or
lift or edify…
still
one step ahead of those
who
seek to make Me die.
Many
people have I touched
as I
have sojourned here;
and I
have offended some—
that
fact is VERY clear!
But I
can’t let somebody’s “feelings”
hinder
what I do.
I must
do what must be done,
and
they must do theirs, too.
Everywhere
I go there is
someone
who seeks My death.
I came
unto this dying world
to
give them living breath.
It
seems, the very ones that are
supposed
to give this life,
the
very same they are that cause Me
all
this grief and strife!
I
know, though, how all this will end,
what
victory I will see!
They’d
know, too, if they were all
that
they profess to be!
But
they are of the evil one,
they
cannot understand;
so
I’ll keep pressing on until
all
things are in My hand.”
Mere days and hours before He goes through a wretched, horrific process that will torture Him and save the world…and He is still thinking of how to help.
That’s the Jesus I
love.
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