The King of Kings...Died for me! (poem) by Jms Bell on AuthorsDen

The King of Kings...Died for me!
by Jms Bell → (All Poetry by Jms Bell)
Thursday, September 3, 2015 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Where does our 'worth' lay? It's in Jesus, for we of ourselves are as 'filthy rags'. We should never 'neglect' to hold Dear the 'Life' that was given for us. God looked pass all our faults and saw our needs! In order to really grasp it, let me ask you to allow the world to disappear...and see...just you. 'Get Personal'! Know...that had you been the 'only' person on the face of the earth, Our Redeemer would have still gone to the Cross...just for you! Yes, to really treasure the depth of His Love, you have to go there! I know that His Eyes saw me...when He Looked Out from Calvary! He saw the day I would take my first breath. He knew my name, the color of my eyes. He knew my strengths, my weaknesses and saw all my sins and He knew that my Salvation depended on Him and His Precious atoning Blood. The King of Kings...Died for Me! How about you?

The King of Kings...Died for me! That He didn't come down because of me- is astounding it boggles the...mind! Me- chaff on the wind...filthy so far away from anything even remotely...sublime Yet, He hung there and died because across the ages -me He spied Once...Calvary's depth I really did not fully understand but now...it is clear I- was always in His Plan! Ah Ageless Lamb! what can I say...what can I do but take a stand ere what others may think or how others may act I plant my troth in this land! Pelted with the world's hate and marked rejection I will hold Galgotha high and bathe...in its reflection! Within the bitter freeze of snow despite the looks...that sting riding tempests that punish so! and the innuendoes that ring... Through carnality's sway and daily subjections... pressing - making my way ignoring the tireless objections... His Priceless Gift emblazons this heart! forever mine...twill always be I shall hold...dear...never...to depart this Blessed Revelry... The King of Kings! He Died...for me! Is 64:6, Rom 5:8, Heb 2:3 copyright; jmsbell-9/3/2015
Joyce M Bell/author, poet, writer and artist

Reviewed by Michael Jones

Reviewed on November 27, 2015

I was so overwhelmed with your poems, I didn't notice you had published many books. A small testimony of how your writing, your great voice for God affected me. Peace!!!

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on September 11, 2015

It is amazing when you contemplate this.
The passover happened: Then centuries later, at the same hour that passover was being celebrated and lambs were being slaughtered, the Lamb of God was slain at the very same hour. Te end of the old and the beginning of the New. Gods chosen race never quite comprehended what they were chosen for. Twelve apostles became the new 12 tribes and along with St Paul history died and a new life begun. It is here in the Holy Spirit that abides within.

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on September 10, 2015

Joyce~
Ageless lamb is a blessed gift.
Beautiful poetry in his name.

Blessings of faith,
Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on September 7, 2015

Filthy rags, yes indeed. I like what you've written. It's different, it's controlled, there's meaning. It's well done. Good job, JMS Bell. Keep them coming. John

Reviewed by Clarence Prince

Being the King of Kings,
The conquering Lion of Judah,
When He comes again it won't
be for dying, but to gather us home,
into His many mansions.
Well done, Joyce, a nice piece of work!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on September 6, 2015

I have to admit that I do not understand how a loving god (God) would make his Son (himself) supposedly go through this process. But I am just a man and perhaps not given that kind of understanding. That being said, I keep on praying and I have been saved (even from my own self) on more than one occasion along this journey. I pray to a loving God (surely the same one as you do) but I do not want to be like so many fanatics who will do anything (as has happened throughout history) in the name of their "god." It's happening just as much today if not more. Thank you for awakening thought and reflection, Joyce. Love and blessings to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on September 3, 2015

This really hits home and then it hits again!!! Beautiful!

Love ya!

Jane