My Messiah

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Beautiful Lord,

tender as a babe,

vulnerable beyond our deepest wounds,

wrapped in skin,

holiness walking amongst us,

pierced by my sins,

bleeding mercy and forgiveness,

your open heart,

hangs on the cross,

and never stops beating with love

that resurrected you from the grave.

Son of Man,

you came and walked among us,

died for our sins and rose again.

Yeshua, you are Savior and Messiah,

you alone are God.

Amen.

Fig Leaves

O Lord,

The same story has played out,

since Adam and Eve,

of sin bringing shame, fear, and death.

Fear of you, fear of being truly seen and known,

hiding behind fig leaves of my making,

deceiving myself

with distractions and fantasies to numb sad realities.

But God…

so very rich in mercy,

you loved me with your great and wonderful love.

I was spiritually dead and empty,

isolated, separated from you because of my sins,

but you brought me to life

together with Yeshua.

You saved me by the riches of your grace,

favor and mercy I never deserved,

never to be cast away in judgement,

but to be so close to you,

seated in Yeshua, at your right hand.

I’ll always turn to you with all of me,

trusting in your amazing love and mercy.

Messiah and Lord,

my Savior and Friend,

Amen.