His Love

His Love

I am so thankful for my Father,

As He lays my path before me,

Holding me within His arms,

My cup overflows from His anointing.

Touched by His unending grace,

A product of His love,

As I was born into sin,

He has a home for me above.

Not because of my works,

For I only boast in His grace,

As He demonstrated His power,

A new picture of love was traced.

Sketched with holes in His hands,

With the markings that my sin made,

Only by the stretched arms of Christ,

That our sins have been paid.

He was flogged and spat on,

Mocked, abandoned, bruised, and beat,

For the weight was on his shoulders,

Even His grave could not hold the defeat.

          I am sorry it has been so long since i have posted anything on my blog.  Recently i have been going through a whole transformation in my life, from moving, to starting a new school, full of new friends, and just a new life in general. I have been so blessed beyond what i can even express too you. God has truly been moving in my life more than ever before. I really hope this poem hits home to you as it has to me! 

Isaiah 53:7

He was oppressed, and he was afflicted,
yet he opened not his mouth;
like a lamb that is led to the slaughter,
and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent,

so he opened not his mouth.