Showing posts with label sacrifice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sacrifice. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

I Wonder What It Would Mean To You...

I wonder what it would mean to you
If I promised you I’d never lie.
Never pretending things would be ever peachy
But letting you know I’ll always be on stand-by.
Trust has to be the swaddling cloth
In which our love, most precious, is wrapped.
Instead of letting suspicion, insecurity and doubt
Be the premise on which your actions are mapped.

I wonder what it would mean to you
If you knew your best interest fills my heart.
Would the assurance of my love be convincing-
Enough to let me walk you through every path?
Through the pain that cuts and the tears that burn
Could you trust me in spite of it all?
Or would the faintest sign of turbulence
Cause you to pack up and run?

I wonder what it would mean to you
If you knew I prefer your body to concrete.
That this container of flesh in which you function
Is really my most choice place of dwelling.
I don’t mind meeting and talking with you
Within walls erected by some man.
But if you let me in to clean you up
You’d see you’re the most fitting dwelling for ‘I am’.

I wonder what it would mean to you
If you knew I’d never cheat.
Because with everything at my disposal
You’re yet still my masterpiece.
I couldn’t love you any less even if I wanted to
But my love for you is perfect, no matter what you do.
I’ll always be faithful, can you say the same?
You could get distracted and maybe forget my name.
Faithful, loyal and true; this is who I’ll always be,
And I love you too much to see you hurt so just stick with me.

I wonder what it would mean to you
If you knew I gave it all.
No one else would come to your rescue
But I jumped at the call.
I’ve never felt so much anguish, sorrow, pain and misery
I went through it humbly, just so you could find joy in me.
So their looks could warm and their touches could melt;
But what happens when after your soiling, a cruel hand’s all you’re dealt?
I love you so very much and want you to be mine, forever!
So when will you stop treating me as though I don’t matter?


Sunday, 9 February 2014

Take My Son

Hi all! Happy not-so-new-month of February. I hope the month's been going real smooth for you, and if it hasn't...hang in there.
On this post i just want to pass across a very important message (many of you might have heard it before--but i know there are tons who are yet to.) ^_^
To be very honest, i wish i could say i came up with this story illustration---but i absolutely did not. :D I happened to be privileged enough to stumble across it a number of years ago and decided to share it. But then, i digress....;) Look, all i can tell you is it's beautiful (at least to me) and the ending is so very unexpected...


Take my Son



 

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.


When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war.  He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.


About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door.  A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life.  He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art."  The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man.  He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me.  It's a gift."

The father hung the portrait over his mantle.  Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings.  Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel.  "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"


 
There was silence.



Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."


But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"


Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"

But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

"We have $10, who will bid $20?"


"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."


"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.

They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"





The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."


 
"What about the paintings?"


"I am sorry.  When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will.  I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned  Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

The man who took the son gets everything!"



God gave His son over 2,000 years ago to die on the cross.  Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 

"The son, the son, who'll take the son?"

Because, you see, whoever takes the Son...gets everything.

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, THAT WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH IN HIM SHOULD NOT PERISH, BUT SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE (John 3:16)...that's love.

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You know what's so striking about the truth? The fact that it IS truth!!!

Too often we find ourselves trying so hard to 'get in' on all the amazing, desirable, 'good stuff' God has made available to us on earth; yet,we try even harder to skip out or avoid the things that please Him the most. Our selfishness makes it easy for us to make zero effort at valuing that which our generous and extra loving father holds dear to His heart; all too many of us are interested in is 'getting' and the only things some of us give a second glance at are the flashy, mega-flambuoyant and impressive trimmings of things that often lack any real substance.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Please, think on it. In the end, our individual relationships with Christ is all that really matters. Plus, the only way we're going to gain access to everything that's worth anything, is through Him.

It's pretty short and simple story. Hope you enjoyed it and kindly SHARE IT WITH SOMEONE (PLEASE)!
You never know just who might need to hear these words----right about now. :)
God bless.
xxx, Kwiksie~