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Hi friends how has your day been? i have had a pretty hard first hours of the day but got through it and found solid ground and even slept for an extra 2 hours in the afternoon on top of the near 6 during the night.
A poem i have been meditating on today Celebrating Easter
Truth Crucified in Me
Lord, now I see what lies have done:
not only clouded heart and mind,
but buried deep Your work in me,
till hardly any truth I’d find.
They called as darkness what was light,
and shame what You had called good.
False witness rose against my soul,
and truth in me was misunderstood.
Then I look up and see Your cross:
the Holy One despised, condemned;
the silent Lamb led out to die,
the Branch cut down, the Root contemned.
The faithful Witness lifted high,
the Living Word by falsehood slain;
and in Your death I see laid bare
what every lie in me is aiming at.
For lies do more than just deceive.
They move toward death. They crush and steal.
They war against the life of truth,
and strike the heart You mean to heal.
Yet You, Lord Jesus, entered there.
You bore our grief, our shame, our loss.
You were not driven from our death,
but met us in our death on the cross.
The grain of wheat fell to the ground.
You entered our night and tasted grave.
But there the Father kept His Word,
and raised the Life He came to save.
So now I know: what dies in You
is not destroyed when it is true.
What lies have buried, You will raise.
What death worked in, You will renew.
So if I die in You, O Living Word,
let only what is false be gone.
For blessed are those who die in Christ;
every night must flee before Your dawn.
Let all the lies that shaped my suffering days,
each borrowed name, each faithless fear,
be crucified within me with their works,
and lose their voice and power here.
And let the truth the lies buried deep,
the life from God lies cannot keep bound
i rise up again by Your Spirit-breath,
The truth alive within creating solid ground.
You will not condemn any wounded soul,
nor shame me where falsehood pressed down,
but free the life Your hand in me has formed,
and raise Your image from the ground.
For if I died with You, dear Lord Christ,
then let the old lie-life be utterly slain.
So when I rise again renewed in You,
the truth stands up and lives again in me.
Your cross declares what lies always do.
Yet Your rising breaks their final claim.
Your Spirit bears that witness in me now,
Your Voice calling me my truest name.
