Nothing impacts me like the historic Cross of Jesus, Whose blood alone redeems Life.
Though I pursue power & possession, though even, give all my wealth to the poor, or speak with tongues of angels, if I have not the love of God in me, I am nothing but a clanging cymbal, a falling drop of rain that will not wash away tears of hate; Abba, before it is too late, touch me with what marks human centuries with the “Before and After” of Redeeming Love.
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