Jesus, God's Son, took my place

Jesus, God's Son, took my place

I was guilty with nothing to say

And they were coming to take me away

But then a voice from Heaven was heard

It said "Let Him go and take me instead"

I should have been crucified

I should have suffered and died

I should have hung on the cross in disgrace

But Jesus, God's Son, took my

Crowns of thorns,

the spear deep in His side

And the pain it should have been mine

The rusty nails were meant for me

Oh yet Christ took them and let me go free

I should have been crucified

I should have suffered and died

I should have hung on the cross in disgrace

But Jesus, God's Son, took my place

God alone is enough!!!

"Perfect love drives out fear." 1 John 4:18

Perfect love. God is Perfect Love.

Jesus drives out all feelings of fear, insecurity, hurt, brokenheartedness.

For Jesus is love.

God alone is enough

Let nothing upset you,let nothing startle you.

All things pass;God does not change.

Patience wins all it seeks.

Whoever has God lacks nothing

God alone is enough.

-St Teresa Avila

Above ALL

But in that very hour of His passion and cross, before they had come to the cruel act of His slaughter and the shedding of His blood, what violent abuses He listened to with patience, and what shameful insults He endured!

He was even covered with the spittle of His revilers, when, but a short time before, with His own spittle He had cured the eyes of the blind man.

He Himself suffered the lash, in whose name His servants now scourge the devil and His angels. He who now crowns the martyrs with eternal garlands was Himself crowned with thorns; He who now gives true palms to the victors was beaten in the face with hostile palms; He who clothes all others with the garment of immortality was stripped of His earthly garment; He who has given the food of heaven was fed with gall; He who has offered us the cup of salvation was given vinegar to drink.

He the innocent, He the just, nay rather, Innocence Itself and Justice Itself is counted among criminals, and Truth is concealed by false testimonies.

He who is to judge is judged, and the Word of God, silent, is led to the cross. And although the stars are confounded at the crucifixion of the Lord, the elements are disturbed, the earth trembles, night blots out the day, the sun withdraws both its rays and its eyes lest it be forced to gaze upon the crime of the Jews, yet He does not speak, nor is He moved, nor does He proclaim His majesty, even during the suffering itself.

He endures all things even to the end with constant perseverance so that in Christ a full and perfect patience may find its realization.

And after such sufferings, He even still receives His murderers if they are converted and come to Him, and with a patience instrumental in saving man, this kind Master closes His Church to no one.

Those adversaries, those blasphemers, those persistent enemies of His name, provided they do penance for their offense, provided they acknowledge the crime committed, He not only receives and pardons, but admits to the reward of the kingdom o£ heaven.

What can be called more patient, what more kind? Even he who shed the blood of Christ is given life by the blood of Christ. Such is the wonderful patience of Christ.

Who am I?

Who am I? I am the child of God.

But how can a sinner like me be called a child of God?

"It is not because of who I am(a sinner) but because of what God has done (sent His only Son Jesus Christ do die for us). It is not because of anything that we have done but because of who God is (His love and His mercy for us."

Lyrics:

Who am I? That the Lord of all the earth,Would care to know my name,Would care to feel my hurt.

Who am I? That the bright and morning star,Would choose to light the way,For my ever wandering heart.

Bridge:Not because of who I am,But because of what you've done.

Not because of what I've done,But because of who you are.

Chorus:I am a flower quickly fading,Here today and gone tomorrow,A wave tossed in the ocean,A vapor in the wind.

Still you hear me when I'm calling,Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,And you've told me who I am.

I am yours.I am yours.

Who am I? That the eyes that see my sinWould look on me with loveAnd watch me rise again.

Who am I? That the voice that calmed the sea,Would call out through the rain,And calm the storm in me.

Not because of who I am,But because of what you've done.

Not because of what I've done,But because of who you are.

I am a flower quickly fading,Here today and gone tomorrow,A wave tossed in the ocean,A vapor in the wind.

Still you hear me when I'm calling,Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,And you've told me who I am.I am yours.

Not because of who I am,But because of what you've done.

Not because of what I've done,But because of who you are.

I am a flower quickly fading,Here today and gone tomorrow,A wave tossed in the ocean,A vapor in the wind.

Still you hear me when I'm calling,Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,And you've told me who I am.

I am yours.I am yours.I am yours.

Whom shall I fear?Whom shall I fear?'Cause I am yours.I am yours.